DRABBLE MEME: BATCH 2
Brent Corrigan* - desperate, audition, camera by i_amthecosmos
So, Adam was 26, and he was stuck in bit roles in musicals and it otherwise just wasn't happening. Getting struck out of Idol after the first round was really the end of it. So that's how he found himself answering an audition for a goddamn twink porno movie. Whatever, his parents could bitch. He just didn't care anymore.
The director looked at his hair and eyeliner and frowned. "Well, we're looking for tops for this, and I don't know if you fit the profile we need."
"I am a top." He stared the guy down, because really, wearing girl's jeans and some nice eye makeup didn't make someone a bottom by default. He almost walked out then. This was too desperate, too crazy-and oh. Hi.
"John, leave his guy alone. I think he'll be great. Wow, you look amazing. I'm Brent." Brent came in for a hug as Adam was thinking Oh yes, yes you are, and he felt a sneaky little hand grab his ass. Adam nearly squeaked, then looked into those mischievous eyes and pulled the kid closer, kissing him hard.
When Brent pulled back, he was flushed and laughing. "Come the fuck on, someone get the camera. We need to try this out."
And they did.
Johnny Depp - jewelry, rum, pirates by sporadic_fic
It's not so bad, being kidnapped by pirates. Adam thought it would be all peg legs and offensive smell and fearing for your life, and there's that but there are benefits, too. After spending the first three days vomiting and pleading God for the swift merciful release of death, he's grown to enjoy the ocean breeze and regular rocking of the ship along the waves. He's picked up some amazing loot, too - elaborately wrought gold chains, heavy pendants of rubies and pearls, thick silver rings set with sapphires that complement his eyes perfectly, and this one jade armband he thinks he might never take off. And, it turns out, pirates are more attractive than he'd expected.
Far more attractive.
"So." That death's-head grin, dangerous in all the best ways, flashes bright in Jack's sharp face. "How are you enduring your time amongst us filthy treacherous curs of the sea?" Jack takes another swig of rum. Adam is distracted momentarily by picturing those lips wrapping around something altogether different.
"To be honest, I'm kind of enjoying it."
Jack arches an eyebrow, dark-rimmed eyes flickering in the candlelight. "You are, are you?" - said like a challenge, or an invitation. He leans over, swaying a bit, and holds out the flask.
Adam takes it, drinking while he chooses his words carefully. "I was thinking, actually, of staying on past whatever time you would have chosen to release me." He passes the rum back.
"Were you, then?"
Jack is enjoying this, Adam can tell, and smiles at the thought. "If you'd have me, that is."
Jack studies him, taking one drink, then another. Adam watches his finely shaped neck, bronzed and shining with sweat from the heat of the hold, and imagines himself doing obscene things to it. He has the sense of being appraised, and hopes he isn't found wanting. "And why do you want me to - " Jack licks his lips " - have you?"
Adam shrugs. "I'm starting to like the sea. I've always loved treasure. And." He pauses, thinking of his unsatisfactory trysts with local girls, the wholly unexciting prospect of his impending marriage to a lady he is told by many is rather beautiful. "I like the freedom."
"Do you like freedom better than you like soft beds, clean air, decent cooking, the respect of society at large, and any sort of security be it financial, physical, emotional, or psychological?"
"I do," Adam says automatically, and then realizes it's true. "Also." He drinks. "You have a monkey."
"An undead monkey, at that."
"Yes, you're going to have to explain that to me one day."
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"You never know." Adam fiddles with one of his rings. "I might surprise you."
"I suppose you might." Jack looks at him for a long moment, coarse strong fingers on his chin. Adam wants to feel them on every part of his skin, wants to take them in his mouth and wake up with scratch marks they have left. "Well then! I suppose you're a pirate."
Pirate. Adam tests the word out on himself. He likes it. "Is it so easy?"
"We're not ones for much ceremony. You can drink to it, if you like. If you haven't noticed by now, we are ones for drinking." He offers Adam the flask. Their hands brush as Adam reaches for it.
"All right," Adam says, and smiles, broader than he has in a very long time. "To my embarking on a life of piracy." He brings the flask to his lips and frowns. "But - why is the rum gone?"
Jack laughs, which Adam doesn't understand, and then Jack kisses him full on the mouth, beard rough against Adam's jaw, hand gripping Adam's face so tightly it hurts. Adam brings his hands to Jack's neck, down his chest, around his waist, thrilling to the feel of skin under his palms, the heat of Jack's body under his threadbare shirt, the groan in the back of Jack's throat when Adam slides his hand down past the small of his back. Jack tastes nothing like the women he's known in servants' quarters or in the backs of taverns; he tastes like rum and salt and something new and irresistible, like freedom or hope or adventure.
He tastes like pirate.
One last drag of teeth against Adam's lip and Jack breaks the kiss, looking at Adam with eyes gleaming in anticipation.
Adam is breathing heavily, feeling stunned and alive. "Oh," he says, "that's why - " and he kisses Jack again, vicious and deep, their bodies crashing against each other like waves against a ship, hearts pounding in the unsteady pulse of the sea.
Tommy Ratliff* - With this ring Hot One by i_amthecosmos
Tommy fixed his tight leather pants and let Mia mess around with his makeup some more. "Can't believe I agreed to this," he muttered. Mia stopped in mid-powder swipe.
"Agreed to what, marrying your sweetie? Or the...theme?" Tommy shook his head and they both laughed.
"The theme, oh my god, we're having a Velvet Goldmine wedding! This is the most awesome and stupidist thing ever, at the same time." Tommy adjusted his outfit again. "At least I get to be Curt Wild."
"Baby," a voice said from the front, and Tommy's breath caught. Adam was dressed like Maxwell Demon, glitter eye makeup on, and Tommy could barely wrap his brain around it. "I know I wasn't supposed to see the bride before the ceremony-" Tommy snorted at that. "But, you look amazing."
"You do too." He reached out and Adam took his hand, squeezing it. "It's been a long road."
"I know. It was all worth it." Adam came closer, but didn't kiss Tommy just then. They had just fixed their makeup, after all. Then Mia came to grab them, saying it was almost time, everyone was seated, the music about to start.
They walked down the isle together, with "Diamond Meadows" as their music. The ceremony included readings by Oscar Wilde and Jean Genet. Cassidy sang his version of "2HB" with an acoustic guitar and nearly everyone cried.
Then Adam pulled Tommy to him, and slipped a ring with a green stone on his finger. "The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold." Tommy pulled out an identical ring and held Adam's hand up, putting it on his finger.
"The curves of your lips rewrite history." He pulled Adam in for a kiss, and he could hear the music start up, "Needle In the Camel's Eye" blaring, and everyone cheering, and he could tell everyone was getting pictures. But he wasn't going anywhere, not yet.
Because unlike Curt Wild, he was keeping his love. Right now, nothing else mattered.
Adam Lambert/Adam Lambert - Lucid dreaming, adoration by conserif
He's dreaming.
Or high, Adam's not sure which.
Everything around him is dark and warm. The air is muggy and purple, heavy with the smells of lavender and alcohol. When he breathes out into it it buzzes and lights up, one thousand pulsing corpuscles of color.
They hum in his ears, and when he opens his mouth and rests his tongue on his bottom lip they land there like butterflies, sweet and effervescent.
Adam smiles and they fly away, startled bright pink and neon yellow.
His line of sight swoops and stills and then there's someone with him, mouth sideways against his and their eyelashes downy against his cheek.
He's half aware and dizzy stupid, so he shuts his eyes and parts his lips, feeling a kiss close over them, soft and sticky with some sort of lip gloss.
It's familiar, the taste, and when his bottom lip is pulled down he slips his tongue out after it, feeling along his own lip and the soft mouth around it; pushing through and into the wet heat, touching the hard, smooth teeth.
He brings his hands to the stranger's hair and grabs fistfuls of it, the strands thick against the webs of his fingers, pulling forward until he is chest to chest.
Without opening his eyes, or maybe he does-he's so out of it-Adam notices the stranger is not a stranger at all.
The eyes are too bright, and his skin is bone white and clear and shining, but it's Adam; or his twin or cousin, which would be wrong, but Adam doesn't let go, holding the ball of dream Adam's chin between his teeth and and tasting his skin and the slight roughness of stubble.
They kiss, and the world slides around like a ship in a bottle of wine, and Adam's content and giddy because kissing is one of his favorite things.
Older OMC - Riding, heat, fingers by Anon
The party is winding down and Adam's a bit drunker than he should be, but he feels great, energetic and he doesn't want to leave, to go back to his lonely hotel room. He's quite sure his band will all already be asleep, there'll be no one to talk to in the room next door.
But everyone seems to be leaving and Adam starts to make his way towards the door as well when he suddenly stumbles into a solid frame and an arm wraps around him, steadying him.
'Easy,' the man's voice is deep and calm and he doesn't let go but instead hugs Adam close. And Adam recognizes him, he had crowded close to Adam on the couch hours ago, and Adam had maybe been a bit turned on, though he'd never admit it because older, bigger guys are certainly not his thing.
Adam's starting to pull away when the man leans in, says:
'Come with me.' It's not a question and Adam should be offended by the presumption but instead just follows the man as he leads the way, Adam tucked close to his body.
They end up in a room with nice black leather couches and an unused fire place, but Adam's drunk enough that the surroundings does not matter, and he does not resist as he's being undressed, large hands carefully removing his clothes, piece by piece.
When Adam's naked the man pulls him close, hands gripping Adam's ass and the feeling of his naked body against a fully clothed one feels somehow illicit, more so than skin against skin. Then he's being kissed, so very deeply, and it feels like being devoured, his breath stolen away. Fingers caress between his ass cheeks, gently parting them, slowly caressing his hole, making Adam long for more.
Minutes later and Adam's not quite sure how he ended up in this position, he's drunk, but not enough that it would be an excuse. He's straddling a firm, jean-clad thigh and he's riding the three thick, long fingers in his ass, feeling desperate, hot all over. There's enough lube to make it easy but the fingers are thick enough that it still burns with every slide. The leather coach feels slick and soft under his knees, and the shoulders where he's resting his hands are solid. He wants more, tries to push down to get the fingers deeper, and he slips a hand down to touch his own cock but the commanding 'no' stops him for some reason, and he puts his hand back on the shoulder, moaning 'please, please,' even though begging is not something he usually does. The fingers are pulled out and Adam whines in protest, that was not what he asked for, not what he needs.
But then he's pushed down on the couch, and he hardly has time to catch his breath before the fingers are replaced with a thick cock, the fabric of the man's jeans scratching against Adam's ass. And this is even better, the cock getting deeper than the fingers, and the hands are free to fondle Adam's ass, to twist a nipple and tease briefly at neglected cock.
When his cock is pumped once, twice he gets so close, thinks he'll get to come now but then the man pulls out and flips him over, too easy, as if Adam weighed nothing, and when the cock pushes back inside it can get even deeper and yes, this is perfect, maybe something can be said for years of experience. The man wraps one large hand around Adam's throat, not choking, just adding enough pressure to make Adam's breath more labored and another hand around Adam's cock, jerking him off ass he fucks him, making Adam come all over the black leather coach.
Adam slumps forward then, and the man pulls out of his now tender ass, and he can hear the condom being discarded and then he feels come splatter over his ass, and at another time this might have annoyed him but he can't gather the strength to care, though he's happy he's not the one who's going to clean this room later.
Tommy Ratliff* - Boredom, weed, scrabble by wbaker5286
The game had gone on far too long. Tommy had been a little leery about taking on Adam in a word skills game, but he’d found out that he could hold his own, especially when he was chemically relaxed.
The lines and rows of letters had grown and multiplied until all options were exhausted. When Adam tried to turn quick into squick, Tommy didn’t hesitate to call him on it. It would have turned the twenty-three point word (the ‘c’ just happened to fall on a double letter score box) into a sixty-nine point word, since the ‘s’ would fall on a triple word score box.
Even though Tommy thinks Adam’s pouting about wanting his sixty-nine is hilarious, he stands his ground. Or, rather, he sits and giggles his ground. After an almost lethal combination of Adam’s homemade martinis and the very, very fine ganja he’d had stashed in his emergency party kit, there was not gonna be any standing done be either of them for quite awhile.
Seeing Adam’s dejected look as he disconnects from the call to Danielle that confirmed Urban Dictionary was not an acceptable source for corroborating a word’s eligibility, Tommy decides to compromise.
It might be the existential-like state of cosmic interaction known as being high, or it might be that the alcohol has loosened his inhibitions enough to actually admit that, yeah, he’s really been wondering what it would be like to do those kinda things with Adam.
He takes his time crawling over to Adam’s side of the board, because he truly has descended far enough into intoxication so that any other form of locomotion just can’t be trusted to deliver him to his desired destination.
Laying a hand on either side of Adam’s sexy-hot-sweet-pouty face, Tommy manages the look of sincerity that only those far beyond the point of intoxication can manage. Gathering all sympathy possible, he looks deep into Adam’s drunkenly indignant eyes. “Don’t worry, baby. You concede the game, and I’ll give ya your sixty-nine.”
Adam Lambert/Adam Lambert - pale, narcissism, mirrors by julorean
Adam poked around the costume for tonight’s show. Leather and silver and shine, of course. The tour was amazing, but…he shook his head in an effort to get rid of distracting thoughts.
He glanced over to the mirror, doing a double take when he saw himself, all dressed up. Naturally, he went to investigate…and then his not-exactly-a-reflection reached OUT of the mirror and pulled him through into someplace that was more bedroom than concert dressing room.
He looked up, startled as he was thrown on the bed by this shimmering creature. It was him, only somehow…more. This was what the fans saw. The glittery alien from planet Fierce. Freckles smoothed out, iridescent purple surrounding his eyes, wearing leather that framed his package in a perfectly obscene manner.
“Would this be masturbation?” he panted as the drastically more fabulous Adam fondled him through the lounge pants he wore at rehearsal, tracing fingers over pale thighs.
“You should be just a little more narcissistic, take something for yourself! Don’t let human leeches drain ya dry,” he growled, “See, I had to take things into my own hands just to get me to settle down.”
Adam laughed a little hysterically. Then it turned into a moan as slick fingers nimbly massaged his asshole, manipulating him in all the best ways…which duh, big surprise, of course he knows how he likes things done.
“I’m gonna fuck some glamorous back into you,” promised Adam.
Adam just squirmed (man, his cock really was huge!), kissing desperately as he was fucked long and hard and it was so damned good.
His orgasm felt like an explosion, the light and the shockwave leaving him slightly dissociated for a second…
Then his eyes popped open. He blinked the last shards of sleepiness away. He was in his dressing room, all geared up and raring to go. Apparently he’d had time for a catnap right before the show.
He got up at the knock on the door, smiling. Showtime.