FIC: Lambliff Big Bang Part 4
When Tommy has to go into the dark woods to take a leak, he looks over his shoulder more than once. On the way back to the fire, he runs into Adam.
“Bathroom break?” Adam asks. Tommy nods. “Why’d he have to tell that story?” Adam continues. “It’s so beautiful out here and now I can’t enjoy it because all I can think of is rabid bears and crazy axe murderers.”
Tommy nods vigorously. “He knows how to be creepy.” He shivers all over, trying to shake off the feeling of being watched from the darkness between the tree trunks. He squares his shoulders and stands straighter. John Wayne wouldn’t let a mere scary story bother him. “Hey, we’ve been coming out here since we were fifteen and nothing’s ever happened.”
“That’s good to hear. Because I’ve never stayed somewhere like this at night.”
Tommy shrugs. “It’s cool, right? You’re glad you came?”
“Definitely.” Adam’s white teeth glint in the faint light. “You’re amazing, Tommy. Thank you for showing me something new.”
Tommy grins up at Adam, even if he can barely see anything. “You’re welcome.”
Adam shifts and shuffles his feet.
“’Sup?” Tommy asks. “You okay?”
“A hug would be nice right about now.”
Adam loves to hug Tommy; that’s something Tommy figured out awhile back. The funny part is how much Tommy has come to love being hugged by Adam. He steps into Adam’s embrace, his arms going around Adam’s waist while Adam pulls him in, snuggling Tommy against his chest, one hand in Tommy’s hair and the other around his back. “You smell even better than the pine trees,” he says.
“I probably stink. Need a shower,” Tommy mumbles, half-muffled against Adam’s jacket.
“Smells okay to me.”
“Adam, you’re a dork.” Tommy snuggles in deeper, his head tucked under Adam’s chin. The temperature is dropping fast, according to the iPhone, and Adam’s so deliciously warm.
“Are you sure we won’t get visited by a bear?” Adam asks.
“I’ll protect you,” Tommy promises.
Like every Western movie cliché, an owl hoots far off.
The enveloping darkness is thick, velvety, even sensuous. Fucking A, Adam is so comfortable. Plus his hugs last forever. He’s the only male friend - actually the only friend, period - who can get away with this hugging shit. Tommy’s not sure what that means to him as a straight man. He’s known Adam a few months now and the guy has gotten under his skin in the best way. He’s open and loving, he’s funny, he is supportive to all his friends, he encourages everyone to keep striving for their dreams. Tommy feels so lucky. For a moment he even stops hating his call-center job because otherwise he would never have met Adam. His heart nearly skips a beat when he remembers how rude he was at first to Adam. Thank fuck Adam was persistent and pushy.
Abruptly the clearing floods with bright light like an alien ship landing out of nowhere, startling the shit out of Tommy.
“What the fuck!” he yells, yanking an arm free to shade his eyes.
Ravi has nailed them in the beam of a powerful flashlight. Adam and Tommy gape, Bambi-eyed, caught in what feels like an illicit embrace.
“Turn that off, asshole!” Tommy barks.
Ravi lowers the flashlight beam. He looks very displeased.
Oh yeah? Well, Tommy’s very displeased, too. He hangs onto Adam. He’s not going to act guilty, no way. “What is your damage?” he asks.
“The woods are dangerous in the dark,” says Ravi. “I thought you were alone. I thought you might be in trouble.”
“I was pissing,” Tommy says prissily.
“I’m protecting him,” Adam says.
“From what?” Ravi asks. “If a bear showed up right now, what would you do?”
Adam looks over his shoulder uncomfortably but doesn’t let go of Tommy.
Ravi sneers and turns and walks away, taking the light with him.
Adam breathes out a sigh of relief. “He doesn’t like me.”
“Wanna trade? He does like me.”
“No thanks.” Adam laughs. “God, I nearly had a coronary.” He squeezes Tommy hard and then releases him. “It’s probably time for sleep, yeah?”
“Yeah.” They go back to the campsite, Adam’s arm around Tommy’s shoulders the whole way.
+ + +
It’s quiet at last, or relatively quiet, once the loud laughter devolves into drunken snores. It takes more drink than Tommy’s had, though, for him to fall asleep fast. He always fidgets on the first night in a campground, the uneven ground never comfortable. It’s worth it because he loves the night sounds that the forest makes, the uncertain rustling in the underbrush that he knows is small rodents seeking food under cover of darkness and the call of an owl or the yip of coyotes one or two canyons over. His mummy-shaped sleeping bag is zipped to his neck and it’s toasty-warm inside, tempered by a delightful zing of cold on his face. It’s even more pleasant because he knows it’s temporary and tomorrow he’ll be back in his own soft bed with a hot shower down the hall and an automatic coffeemaker in the kitchen. Not to mention a flush toilet. Vastly contented, he sighs and shuffles to the left to avoid a small rock that’s digging into his back.
He hears someone nearby fidgeting inside a sleeping bag; for a moment he’s afraid to turn around and find Ravi inching closer, ever closer. Then he hears a voice, Adam’s. Praise the Flying Spaghetti Monster, Ravi is still snuffling in his sleep.
“Tommy?” Whispered quietly. “Are you awake?”
Tommy rolls over and looks at Adam, who’s very close. “Yeah, why?”
“I’m fucking freezing.”
“You are?”
“Aren’t you?”
“Nope, warm as a plate of fresh fajitas.”
Adam shuffles, causing his sleeping bag to rustle loudly. Tommy’s sister’s sleeping bag isn’t mummy style, it’s like a big rectangle with a dumb flannel lining. Tommy had thought it would be good enough given that temperatures aren’t that low in the mountains yet, but he must have been wrong. Or Adam’s a wuss.
“Is it zipped up all the way?”
“Yes.”
“I’m gonna guess you left your clothes on.”
“Everything. Except I took off my boots.” It sounds like his teeth might be chattering.
Fuuuuuck. There could be a blanket or something in the van but Tommy doesn’t feel like hunting around in the dark for it. He’s slept in Adam’s bed so it won’t be that big a deal to share a sleeping bag. The trouble is that there’s no way Adam will fit in the mummy bag with him, and he’s gotten it so warm and cozy. Still, he’s responsible for Adam’s comfort because he dragged Adam out here to the wilderness. He whispers, “Adam, hey, Adam.”
“W-w-what?”
“Unzip, I’m coming in.”
“Huh?”
“Sshhh, you wanna wake the others? Unzip the bag, I’m gonna warm you up.” Tommy starts unzipping his own as slowly and quietly as he can. “Hurry the fuck up, I’m exposed!” Since Adam still doesn’t seem to get it, Tommy kneels up and unzips the damn thing himself. He pulls his sweater and jacket from the foot of the mummy bag and shoves them down to the foot of Adam’s bag, then climbs in. “Shove over,” he says, “this is going to be a squeeze.” Tommy’s not sure how, but Adam is not all that cooperative so Tommy has to even zip it up himself, and then somehow squirm around until he’s chest to chest with Adam, wrapping one arm around Adam’s neck and tangling their legs together.
“Better?” he murmurs.
“Hands are frozen.”
The big baby. Tommy pulls one of Adam’s hands into his armpit and yeah, that’s like a block of ice in a sensitive place but he can’t let Adam lose any fingers.
“Oh, that’s nice,” Adam sighs.
Tommy finds Adam’s other hand and manages to put it between his legs. That’s kind of awkward but nothing’s warmer than armpits and crotches.
“Um,” Adam begins.
“Just want you to remember,” Tommy whispers, “when I want a favor, there’s no begging off, ‘cause this is like putting an ice cube down my shorts.”
Wisely, Adam goes silent. Tommy regrets the loss of warmth from his own bag and knows he’ll lose more heat for a while, but eventually the combined heat will warm them both. The things he does for people, sheesh.
“Thanks,” Adam whispers in Tommy’s ear. “I’m getting warmer.”
“Good,” Tommy whispers back.
“For such a scrawny guy, you kick off a lot of B.T.U.’s.”
Tommy snorts. Ten more minutes, and he’s actually warmer than he was in the mummy bag. “Mmmm,” he murmurs, “feels good.”
Ten minutes later, Adam whispers, “Tommy?”
“Wha’?” Tommy slurs.
“I have to pee.”
+ + +
They wind up at Tommy’s favorite place again, wearing their jackets and bringing along Sis’s sleeping bag. They perch on the rock ledge overlooking the moonlit valley and wrap the sleeping bag around their shoulders. Tommy’s warm against Adam’s side. He finds a spliff and a book of matches in his jacket pocket and shows them to Adam, who nods.
“Still got some booze sloshing around but whatever,” Adam says, as Tommy lights it. “The stars here remind me of being at Burning Man. Not that it ever gets quite dark enough there. Or anywhere near this quiet. But around 3 a.m. every morning, when the drunks were finally passed out and most of the lights were off, the stars were fucking amazing. It felt like eternity.”
“Yeah,” Tommy sighs, handing the spliff to Adam. “Wow. Makes me feel so tiny.”
Adam inhales, holds it. Breathes it out. “You are tiny.”
“Shut up, I meant compared to all that.” Tommy waves vaguely in the direction of the celestial show. He takes the spliff back and contemplates eternity. He turns and looks at Adam’s profile, backlit by glittering stars. “Shotgun?”
Adam’s head turns slowly. Wow. Starlight can actually cast shadows. Tommy sucks in a deep breath on the spliff, then holds it away and leans up while Adam leans down. Adam’s lips are amazingly soft. Tommy fits their mouths together and breathes into Adam’s mouth slowly, the smoke curling between them warm and sweet.
He pulls back and Adam follows him, keeping the connection another moment. Then backs off and exhales slowly.
“God.”
“Yeah.”
“You’re a prick tease, Tommy, you know that?”
Tommy giggle-snorts. He knows he is. He’s a jackass, such a creep. Is this all fair to Adam? Just because he loves Adam and thinks he’s awesome and wants to be with him, like, most of the time? Tommy takes a long drag, making the tip of the spliff glow. The stars are dancing - in his head anyway; Adam’s hand is slipping beneath his tee-shirt and finding bare skin; the air is cold and crystal-clear.
“Damn,” he says, snuffing the spliff on a rock before he drops it.
It’s time to be honest with himself. He’s been spending a lot of his free time with Adam. He sleeps in Adam’s bed with Adam, for fuck’s sake. He’s grown used to waking up and finding that Adam’s making him a healthy breakfast of granola festooned with fruit and berries of all colors. He’d rather have a taco but he never says that because Adam goes to the trouble - for him - and Adam’s too sweet to hurt with snarky comments any longer. There was even that one time he slept in Adam’s bed and woke up trapped in Adam’s arms and legs with Adam’s breath hot on his nape and Adam’s dick shoving against his ass. He managed to disentangle himself without waking Adam up because it was really no big deal. He loves Adam and Adam’s gay and all guys get morning wood and it just doesn’t matter.
They go lots of places together, he’s Adam’s plus one and vice versa. Adam comes to all his few-and-far-between gigs, and Tommy’s seen Wicked so often now from backstage that he’s appalled to find he can hum some of the tunes. The other cast members think he’s Adam’s boyfriend and it doesn’t actually bother him. He isn’t looking for a girlfriend anyway.
Adam hugs him at random times, whenever he’s in the mood, and Tommy has become very relaxed about it, just lets him do it. Lets Adam kiss the side of his head or his cheek, lets Adam drag him around by the hand, swat him on the ass now and then, drag him into his lap. It’s fucking comfy, Tommy’s not gonna say no.
Plus he just fucking kissed Adam. That was totally a kiss.
It’s like they’re fucking married… without benefits.
How stupid has he been? Adam’s awesome, he loves Adam, Adam loves him, and maybe that Kinsey dude is onto something. He’s never met anyone like Adam, ever, and what if he never does again? Tommy wonders if it’s a stupid opportunity to pass up over a stupid idea like not wanting to be gay.
Strange irony. He feels the stars glaring down at him, judging him. He’s been a fool. He sneaks a glance at Adam’s profile, haloed in the tender starlight, and right that second Tommy feels his heart stop and then start, only it probably didn’t actually happen and only feels that way. It hurts a little and it feels profound.
If Adam touched him now, kissed him now, he wouldn’t stop it. He would welcome it. He thinks Adam still has a tiny little crush on him. Adam’s forward, Adam goes for what he wants, so Tommy wants Adam to come for him now.
Except he’s spent months now telling Adam he’s not gay.
He takes a deep breath, although it’s more like a gasp for air, and whispers, “I think I’m kind of in love with you.”
Adam looks absorbed in the milieu around him. Did he even register that comment, the one that nearly took an act of God for Tommy to blurt out? Adam’s head turns and he looks at Tommy for a long moment while Tommy squirms inside. Wow, did he fuck everything up just now?
“Did you say something, Tommy?” Adam asks softly.
“Um.” This must be what tongue-tied means.
“Did you just say what I think you said?”
Tommy nods abruptly. Thank fuck words aren’t required.
“But you’re not gay.” Adam sounds confused.
Tommy swallows; there’s a weird click in his throat. He has to try twice to get words out. “Maybe I’m not all that straight either, I dunno.”
“Oh, Tommy,” Adam says in a mournful tone.
And fuck, Tommy knows that tone. He’s been dumped before. He should have kept his damn mouth shut.
“No, honey, that’s not, uh,” Adam starts. And stops.
Wow, is even glib Adam tongue-tied? The only thing that could make this moment more awkward would be if Ravi popped out of nowhere to nail them in the beam of his flashlight.
“Sorry I said anything,” Tommy says thickly.
Adam’s hand squeezes his waist. “I’m not sorry.”
He’s not? Hope springs eternal. Tommy holds his breath.
Adam still sounds sad but maybe not a bad kind of sad. “I’m always going to love you, but I don’t want you to think that I’ve -“
“No,” Tommy interrupts, “I don’t.”
“- that I’ve been dishonest about being friends with you.”
“Haven’t thought that one bit.”
“I love you, baby, you are the most amazing person. You mean so much to me.”
Tommy takes that as the kind of love that friends have for one another. Close friends. But still. He’s in love and Adam’s not. Great. He deserves it, though, for being stupid all these months.
“You don’t feel awkward about it, do you?” Adam keeps going. “I would never want you to feel uncomfortable around me.”
“I’m so comfortable, trust me.” Actually Tommy’s just about to vibrate out of his skin. This whole conversation is unbearably unclear. He’s waiting for Adam to do something.
Adam’s not done. “You don’t have to, um, offer anything to keep me as a friend.”
Wow, is that what Adam’s thinking? Tommy is shit at reading minds, he didn’t see that one coming at all. “No, Adam, no.”
The hand on his waist starts slipping away furtively. Tommy grabs it and stops it from moving. “Don’t,” he says, miserable. “I don’t understand what I did wrong.”
Adam’s hand stays where it is; his fingers interlace with Tommy’s. “You didn’t do anything wrong, honey.”
“I teased you.”
“I tease you all the time.”
“Except I mean it. And you don’t believe me.”
The air is still and quiet. Tommy hangs his head and waits for an eternity.
Adam sighs at last. “You mean it?”
Tommy nods. “I’m an idiot,” he says quietly.
“Don’t say that. You’re not. It’s just,” Adam pauses. “Being gay, it’s hard because sometimes you fall for your male friends. It’s the same with straight guys and their women friends from what I hear. And sometimes they think that you’re their one chance to try something on for size. It’s easy to get hurt.”
That’s not what’s happening. Tommy is sure of it. He’s been hit on by gay guys since early high school. Never once has he popped a boner over a guy. Until Adam. He needs to find some words that have a meaning. “Kinsey scale?” he offers uncertainly.
Adam laughs softly. “You think so?”
“No other guy ever got me turned on.”
“I turn you on?”
“Fuck yeah.”
He’s glad his head is down because he’s blushing, he can feel the heat in his cheeks.
Adam turns his head and presses his lips against Tommy’s hair. “It’s just all those times you kept saying you’re not gay. I really came to believe you, Tommy.”
“You liked me at first, didn’t you?” Tommy asks.
“I did.”
“So I blew it by waiting too long?”
Adam kisses Tommy’s hair and then bites the top of his ear, which goes straight to Tommy’s cock. “Nuh-uh,” Adam breathes out. “It’s still there. I’ve been sublimating all this time.”
Tommy doesn’t recognize that word. In context, though, he thinks maybe what Adam just said is a good thing. Something in the universe rings his heart like a bell. He raises his head and turns to Adam, hopeful.
“It’s still there, baby,” Adam says, and there’s that big cute smile that lights up a room, even a whole moonlit valley. “I simply never thought that -“
“Kiss me, you fool,” Tommy interrupts, seizing the moment.
Adam cocks his head appraisingly. “You realize I’m never ever going to let you forget that you kissed me first.”
“I can live with that.”
At last, glory be, Adam’s lips are on his, soft and sweet and moist and warm and beautiful. Adam’s one hand strokes Tommy’s side and his other comes up to cup Tommy’s chin.
It’s the best fucking kiss Tommy’s ever had in his life. He reaches up and winds his arms around Adam’s neck. The sleeping bag starts to slip but he barely notices the cold.
“You’re the sexiest little thing,” Adam say, hauling Tommy into his lap.
Tommy goes with the flow even if he’s not used to being manhandled during a make-out session. He figures this means that Adam is on board with sex. Tommy likes sex. He likes Adam. It stands to reason, probably, that sex with Adam would be great. “Does that mean we can have sex now?”
“I’m not going to do it with pine needles in my ass.”
“How’s that different from sand in the ass at Burning Man?”
“Who said I got laid there?”
“You didn’t?”
Adam snickers. “It wasn’t on the sand.”
“So?” Tommy says. “We have a sleeping bag.”
“I’m not going to do it around a bunch of people.”
“Weren’t there like twenty thousand people at Burning Man?”
“Fifty.”
“You did it with fifty people?”
“Fifty thousand.”
“You did it with fifty thousand people?”
“Oh stop,” Adam says fondly. “You’re silly.” He pulls the sleeping bag off the ground and tucks it around Tommy. “Good thing you’re such a great kisser.”
“I am?” asks Tommy. “Wait, of course I am, all the girls say so.”
Adam rubs Tommy’s nose with his own, making Tommy laugh. “No more girls, okay?”
“No more girls,” agrees Tommy. It’s not like he’s giving up much, he hasn’t had a steady girl in ages. Hasn’t even considered it since meeting Adam. He’s been such a fool all these months.
“Sure you’re ready for sex with me?”
“I am so ready, goddamnit let’s do it right now.”
“We’re not having sex out here,” Adam says firmly. “And that’s final.”
Tommy grumbles, “Who put you in charge?”
Adam laughs. It’s one of those annoyingly knowing laughs. Tommy wonders what the fuck he’s getting himself into. Who knew computer geek boy could be so fucking macho? Just to show Adam he’s not the only man around here, he pulls Adam’s head down and kisses him hard. “For later,” he says.
On the way back to camp they take the slow way, stopping every five steps to kiss. The sleeping bag keeps slipping to the ground but they barely notice. At last they manage to sneak back and zip into the bag without waking anyone up. Tommy lets Adam big-spoon him; at least that way his dick isn’t rubbing against Adam. Of course, Adam’s dick is molesting his backside, but that’s Adam’s problem.
Tommy wakes up warm and happy. A ray of morning sunlight has surfed through the tree trunks to land on his face. He rubs the sleepiness from his eyes with his fist. Sutan is snoring in his own sleeping bag only a few feet from Adam, back turned to them. Tommy rolls over.
Ravi is sitting on a log, staring at Tommy and Adam wrapped up together in their sleeping bag.
Judging.
“Oh fuck,” Tommy mutters. “It’s too early for this.” He rolls the other way and slides out of the bag without disturbing Adam too much.
Breakfast is burnt coffee and donuts while they pack up. Adam sleeps in as long as he can but finally gets up and wanders off into the woods to answer nature’s call. Tommy shoves both sleeping bags in the back of the van and helps Mike clean up the grill. They throw plenty of liquid on the leftover coals. Oracio is pulling the bag of food leftovers off a high tree branch several yards away.
Sutan, wearing a facial mud masque, walks past.
“Did you have that shit on all night?” Oracio asks.
“Routine in beauty is key,” Sutan says. “Wrinkles never sleep.”
Oracio bundles up the rope and shakes his head, whistling low. “You coulda woke up with a bear eating your face.”
Sutan looks at Tommy. “Is he shitting me?”
“Nope,” Tommy says. “Next time, no smelly products that a bear might mistake for food. Run everything past me, okay?”
Sutan brushes past with a muttered, “Next time my ass,” although he pinches Tommy’s butt to make clear that he doesn’t hold anything against him.
Out of the corner of his eye, Tommy sees Adam and Ravi talking, then shaking hands. What is up with that? As they pile into the van, Adam whispers right next to Tommy’s ear, barely a breath of sound: “He congratulated me for ‘winning’ you.”
Tommy snorts. Maybe Ravi isn’t so bad. Next practice is going to be mighty awkward, though, no question about that.
The drive back to town is fraught with tension, at least for Adam and Tommy. Tommy’s skintight jeans are not made to contend with this situation. He chews on a fingernail, wondering if Adam’s in the same state. He hopes so; he doesn’t want to have the only inappropriate erection in this van.
Finally, when he’s about ready to burst, the van drops them at his car parked outside Oracio’s apartment. Tommy stows the camping gear and waves goodbye to Oracio and he and Adam get in his car.
“My place,” Adam says breathlessly. “Drive!”
Tommy drives fast. Burbank is closer but Adam has his own place and if there was ever a time for privacy, this is it. At each red light, Tommy turns his head and Adam’s right there, kissing him deep and filthy until some other driver honks and he throws the car back in gear.
He detours into the In-N-Out Burger on North Harvey, which has a blissfully short drive-through line at 10:35 a.m.
“Seriously?” Adam asks. “You’re thinking about food?”
“Gotta keep our strength up,” Tommy says, ordering at the window. “That breakfast at the campsite wasn’t worth writing home about.” It’s a bit early for cheeseburgers but that’s what In-N-Out has. Everything is scarfed down between there and Adam’s apartment.
Adam fumbles the key in the lock because Tommy’s plastered against his back in the building foyer. They stumble inside, laughing. Adam shuts and locks the door and then rounds on Tommy. “You’re in for it now,” he says with an incongruously sweet twinkle in his eye.
“Bring it, big guy,” Tommy challenges, backing down the small hallway to the bedroom. Fighting words, and before he knows it, Tommy’s been wrestled out of every stitch of his clothing and he’s buck-fucking-naked and tossed on the bed like a sack of potatoes.
This is so incredibly different from the usual m.o. Tommy always picks girls who are shorter than he is. He likes petite women who don’t make him feel puny. Adam’s another story entirely, big and tall and dominant. It’s weird. Plus very fucking exciting.
“Need a shower,” he mutters, bouncing off the bed. “I feel like I’ve got fleas.”
“Oh no you don’t!” Adam cries, catching him and tossing him back. “Shower later, sex first! Let me get my shirt off.”
Tommy makes another feint for the hallway and gets out of the room this time. He slides into the bathroom ahead of Adam and sneaks past the shower curtain and cranks the water on, shivering under the first spray. Seconds later, a naked Adam is muscling him aside. It’s an apartment shower so there’s a porcelain tub and a curtain and a showerhead sticking out of the tiled wall. It’s not especially roomy.
“Fuck it’s cold!” Adam hollers, laughing.
Tommy instantly plasters himself against Adam, arms around his waist. And wow. He has never. Ever. EVER. Snuggled up against a naked man’s body. A body with something inconvenient poking right into his belly, not that he should be surprised: he’s been half-hard the whole drive from the forest, so why wouldn’t Adam be?
The water heats to scalding.
“That’s lots better,” Tommy says, relaxing. Adam is plastered against and around him.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Adam breathes, water from his hair dripping all over Tommy’s shoulders. He grabs the body wash and a fucking loofah and lathers up.
Horrified, Tommy backs off. “You can’t wash me, dude.”
Adam looks surprised. “Why not? You said you’re dirty.”
“It’s girly.”
“You’re the one who had to have a shower first. Who’s girly now?”
“This is strange for me, all right? I’m not used to being naked in a shower with another man.”
Adam scrubs at Tommy’s back with the loofah. “Deal. You’ll get used to it.”
“You hope I will,” Tommy snarks. The loofah is ticklish in certain places and Adam’s not at all shy about getting personal.
“You seemed pretty into it last night.”
“I was drunk and high.”
The loofah stills briefly. “Does that mean you’ve changed your mind?”
“Fuck no. Don’t stop, that’s starting to feel good. Hey, where’s your toothpaste, we taste like onions.”
“God damn it, Tommy, you are so fucking high maintenance. I would never have guessed.”
Ten minutes later, Tommy gets tossed on the bed again, this time radiating damp warmth. Adam lands on top of him a moment later.
“Adam, I get that you’re a top,” Tommy says, “but my bottom isn’t open for business today. Just wanted to put that out there.”
“Damn, and I stocked up on candles and condoms.”
“Shut up, you did not.”
Adam nuzzles Tommy’s shoulder. “There’s no hurry for anything.”
“I wouldn’t say that, exactly. My dick’s gonna fall off if I don’t get some action on it soon.”
“So much for romance,” Adam sighs, blowing a raspberry against Tommy’s belly.
Tommy giggles and squirms and tries to slither away but Adam catches him and holds him firmly in place, looming over him and looking into his eyes.
“It’s just, I don’t know how it is with guys,” Tommy says, quieter.
Adam leans down and presses his lips against Tommy’s. “Close your eyes,” he says softly.
It’s not easy to do that, but Tommy summons the will to comply. He feels extra naked now, vulnerable in a way he’s not used to, not at all. Adam’s lips press against his eyelids, one after the other. Adam’s hands stroke his throat, his shoulders, his chest and sides. Tommy’s hands fumble for Adam, get buried in his thick hair. He almost squeaks when teeth bite carefully at one nipple.
Adam slinks down his body, closer to his dick, and Tommy’s pretty sure that Adam’s going to be great at blow jobs, until Adam passes his dick up entirely and next thing he knows, Adam’s kissing and licking the sensitive insides of his thighs.
Adam whispers, “You’re gorgeous everywhere, baby.”
Tommy’s never thought of himself as gorgeous. Particularly not his skinny legs. Adam sounds sincere, nevertheless. Tommy can’t get over how different this feels. Adam is big and hot - in every possible way. His body isn’t ripped or anything, he’s a bit soft in a teddy bear way, in spite of his leanness. Mostly, he’s so much bigger than Tommy. His hands are very sure, not hesitant at all in possessing Tommy’s body. Even his tongue is impressive, leaving damp trails on Tommy’s skin that turn cold and make him shiver.
“Adam?” Tommy whispers, opening his eyes and looking down at Adam’s head between his legs.
Adam’s head tilts up. “Yeah, baby?”
“Can I get a kiss?”
Adam moves up his body, kissing his belly, his chest, his chin - just about everything except his dick - along the way. He pulls Tommy into his arms and wraps Tommy’s legs in his own. “Baby,” he says again, before bringing their lips together and licking into Tommy’s mouth, sweet and wild and deep.
Adam’s erection is hard against his own. He reaches down and curls his fingers around Adam, shuddering at the amazing feeling. Tommy sucks at multi-tasking; he can’t concentrate on the kissing and also jack someone else’s dick. Adam apparently can because he keeps kissing Tommy even as his hand runs down Tommy’s side and takes both of their dicks into his hand. He guides Tommy’s hand and jacks them off together.
“Fuck,” Tommy breathes, his mouth going slack, back arching. He can’t help it. Adam’s overwhelming. “Just… fuck,” he adds, coming hard and making a big mess of them both. Or maybe that’s both of them making a mess.
Then Adam’s kissing him again as though he never stopped, whispering crazy stuff to him all the time, stuff he can’t even process until one thing gets through.
“I’m kind of in love with you, too, Tommy,” Adam says. “No, wait,” he corrects, “I’m very in love with you.”
Tommy wraps his arms around Adam’s neck and squeezes as hard as he can. “Me, too.”
Adam laughs and rubs his cheek against Tommy’s, for all the world like a big cat. “Thank god for your shitty computer.”
+ + +
Tommy walks into the call center on Monday morning with a gigantic grin on his face. He feels like a dork but he can’t stop smiling. He just got a text from Isaac: Remember cowellfrom 69entertainmnt? he wants our demo!!!!!!!
Better yet, Adam kissed him goodbye this morning. If he’s going to be gay for the guy, he plans to embrace it fully.
Kelsey stares at him. “Good weekend?”
Tommy gives her a thumbs-up.
Kelsey nods sagely. "Was the sex good, then?"
"Shut up."
“I kind of thought that would happen,” she says smugly.
Tommy plops into his chair and spins around. “Bitch,” he says fondly. “You know me way too well.”
“Better than you know yourself,” she agrees.
“I have this feeling we’re both going to be out of this dump pretty soon," he continues. “How’s your novel coming?”
“Nearly done.”
Tommy holds out his fist and she bumps it.
“M&M?” he asks.
“Why not,” Kelsey says.
THE END
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