You're So Good To Me.
Title: You're So Good To Me.
Rating: PG, mayyybe PG-13
Fandom: American Idol (? sure.)
Pairing: Adam Lambert/Tommy Joe Ratliff
A/N: Just saw Adam Lambert in concert last night at the Chesaning Showboat. Beyond brilliant.
Things I included in the story:
-It was hot as hell. Adam said he felt like he had jumped in the river right behind the stage. xD.
-There were a shit ton of bugs, and again, Adam said he had swallowed at least five. And that they're a good source of protein.
-It started pouring immediately after the show ended. That boy has incredible timing.
Title/cut from Avril Lavigne's "Hot". (Hush.)
Disclaimer: These boys are real, this story isn't. Well, knowing them...who knows?
The first drops of rain begin to fall as the final notes of Whole Lotta Love die away, leaving Adam grinning as he bounds off the stage. He wraps an arm over Tommy’s shoulder as they dash toward the buses, trying to get all the instruments inside before the rain picks up.
He waves at the fans from the safety and warmth of the bus, shrugging apologetically as they scream and jump for him to come outside. He wants to go out there, he really does, but the sky is only moments away from opening up and they have to get back to Lansing. With a sigh he turns away from the window, the screams outside becoming more panicked than exhilarated as the downpour begins.
Tommy’s waiting for him with a smile, curling up against Adam’s side as soon as he sits down. “You were incredible out there tonight.”
Adam grins. “You say that every night.”
Tommy concedes with a shrug, then adds, “Well, it’s true every night.” He tilts his chin up so their eyes meet, gaze sparkling but serious, and Adam knows that look.
“I’m disgusting,” he tells him. “Seriously, I feel like I’m drowning in my own sweat. You really don’t want to-”
Tommy cuts him off with his teeth against Adam’s neck, biting just hard enough to shut him up. “We can shower together,” he offers bluntly, as though the solution were obvious.
Adam tries to repress the shudder that courses through his body at the thought, attempting a different approach. “I wasn’t kidding about swallowing all those bugs, you know.”
“What was it you said? Protein. I don’t mind.” Tommy’s grin has grown wicked, and Adam can’t resist any longer. He doesn’t even bother to check that they’re not being watched, that everyone else is preoccupied; he just pulls Tommy in for a kiss that’s hard and fast, the slightest slip of tongue and a promise of everything he wants, will do to him in the privacy of his hotel room. He feels Tommy shiver beneath him as he drags himself away, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand and draping an arm over Tommy’s shoulders once more, the younger man’s nails biting into his hip with anticipation.
Another furtive game of cat and mouse, a push and pull that neither of them wants to deny though they know they should. Everyone knows but no one says a thing, and as Tommy’s hand slips into Adam’s back pocket as the elevator rises, they hope that tonight will be the end or the beginning of something new altogether. Something more than stolen glances and exaggerated kisses onstage; something permanent. Something real. Something true.
Rating: PG, mayyybe PG-13
Fandom: American Idol (? sure.)
Pairing: Adam Lambert/Tommy Joe Ratliff
A/N: Just saw Adam Lambert in concert last night at the Chesaning Showboat. Beyond brilliant.
Things I included in the story:
-It was hot as hell. Adam said he felt like he had jumped in the river right behind the stage. xD.
-There were a shit ton of bugs, and again, Adam said he had swallowed at least five. And that they're a good source of protein.
-It started pouring immediately after the show ended. That boy has incredible timing.
Title/cut from Avril Lavigne's "Hot". (Hush.)
Disclaimer: These boys are real, this story isn't. Well, knowing them...who knows?
The first drops of rain begin to fall as the final notes of Whole Lotta Love die away, leaving Adam grinning as he bounds off the stage. He wraps an arm over Tommy’s shoulder as they dash toward the buses, trying to get all the instruments inside before the rain picks up.
He waves at the fans from the safety and warmth of the bus, shrugging apologetically as they scream and jump for him to come outside. He wants to go out there, he really does, but the sky is only moments away from opening up and they have to get back to Lansing. With a sigh he turns away from the window, the screams outside becoming more panicked than exhilarated as the downpour begins.
Tommy’s waiting for him with a smile, curling up against Adam’s side as soon as he sits down. “You were incredible out there tonight.”
Adam grins. “You say that every night.”
Tommy concedes with a shrug, then adds, “Well, it’s true every night.” He tilts his chin up so their eyes meet, gaze sparkling but serious, and Adam knows that look.
“I’m disgusting,” he tells him. “Seriously, I feel like I’m drowning in my own sweat. You really don’t want to-”
Tommy cuts him off with his teeth against Adam’s neck, biting just hard enough to shut him up. “We can shower together,” he offers bluntly, as though the solution were obvious.
Adam tries to repress the shudder that courses through his body at the thought, attempting a different approach. “I wasn’t kidding about swallowing all those bugs, you know.”
“What was it you said? Protein. I don’t mind.” Tommy’s grin has grown wicked, and Adam can’t resist any longer. He doesn’t even bother to check that they’re not being watched, that everyone else is preoccupied; he just pulls Tommy in for a kiss that’s hard and fast, the slightest slip of tongue and a promise of everything he wants, will do to him in the privacy of his hotel room. He feels Tommy shiver beneath him as he drags himself away, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand and draping an arm over Tommy’s shoulders once more, the younger man’s nails biting into his hip with anticipation.
Another furtive game of cat and mouse, a push and pull that neither of them wants to deny though they know they should. Everyone knows but no one says a thing, and as Tommy’s hand slips into Adam’s back pocket as the elevator rises, they hope that tonight will be the end or the beginning of something new altogether. Something more than stolen glances and exaggerated kisses onstage; something permanent. Something real. Something true.