It Doesn't Have to Hurt (2/?)
Title: It Doesn’t Have to Hurt
Author: wickedundertone
Pairing: Adam/Tommy mentions Tommy/Isaac
Rating: R.
Disclaimer: Fiction, means this isn’t real.
Summary: Tommy wants to tell Adam something, is he going to like all that he has to hear?
Notes: So this one gets a bit more intense, just saying.
The sick slap of face to floor was all that could be heard through the hotel room. “You’re leaving me? For HIM?!” Isaac shouted, kicking Tommy’s naked form in the ribs, earning him a perfect little whine. Just how he liked it. God, the boy made him hard when he cried, whined, or screamed. Bet Adam didn’t make him scream like that. Just the thoughts of the singer made him growl and shove three fingers into Tommy’s already abused ass. “Did he fuck you yet?”
“S-Stop,” Tommy breathed, “please stop, please…” He sniffed and turned his face into the carpet, biting on his lips, blood caked around the side of his mouth. Oh he’d be taking a few days off for sure, if he could even manage that. All he could think about though, through the pain, was Adam’s smiling face. Adam’s arms around him as he held him the night before, the way he said ‘you’re mine’.
It had to have felt like hours later when Tommy was shoved down the hall, sore, aching, bleeding into Adam’s hotel room door, holding his shirt up against his chest but not on. No, fabric hurt too much with the new bruises, the new cuts. He had a black eye already and his cheek was bruised. His lips were dry and bloody, cracked and overused. “Adam,” he breathed against the crack in the door, “Adam please… please open up.”
“One second!” Adam called out, “just gimme a minute, kay baby?”
God, if he had a minute, felt like he was going to pass out. Tommy’s head leaned into the door as he counted down the time, ticking off the seconds in his head. One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three- “Oh my god!” Adam shrieked and pulled him inside, slamming the door behind them. “What the fuck happened?!”
“Don’t,” Tommy cried out softly, “just-please, he said it’s over… okay, we’re over,” Tommy whispered, “I just-hurts so much,” he sniffed and walked over to the bed, dropping his shirt and going to sit down. He let out a muted sound when his ass touched the covers by a barrier of jeans and mattress. He looked around the room and realized why it had taken so long for Adam to open the door. There were rose petals and candles lit everywhere. He swallowed and choked on a sob as he saw the effort Adam put into making this special. Tommy felt like he didn’t deserve it.
“What do you mean, don’t? He brutalized you, god knows what he did to you, Tommy. I can’t let this go on. Either I call the police now, or you’re going to have to or I will kill him. I mean it Tommy Joe, I mean it!” Adam shouted, but quieted down when he saw Tommy shaking like a leaf in the wind on his bed.
Sighing, Adam came over and helped Tommy out of his pants and socks, laying him to the bed naked. The sight of his damaged lover’s body alone was killing him and breaking his heart in pieces. He held up his finger to show he’d be back and went to the bathroom. Adam took a long look in the mirror, staring at his reflection. Could he do this? Yes, yes, he could. Could he take care of someone, protect someone so much more fragile than he realized? Yes, without a doubt. He filled a bowl with water and grabbed a face cloth, taking that with him to the bedroom. “I hope you know,” he whispered softly, sitting down almost gingerly next to Tommy, afraid that he would shatter like glass, “that I would never hurt you or be rough with you, unless it was something you wanted, unless it was consensual.” He drug the cloth over Tommy’s battered skin, cleaning off the best and sadly leaving the worse behind.
“I know,” he whispered, “I trust you,” Tommy looked at Adam with those wide adoring brown eyes and tried to smile, but even at that point it hurt to show enjoyment, even though his heart was hammering against his chest, even though butterflies were dancing in his belly, even though everything inside and out ached. When Adam took the cloth away, his gentle touch, Tommy’s body was buzzing and he felt like he wasn’t inside it, but he could feel the pain still, and that hurt-oh it hurt like nothing else. When Adam’s hand came up by his cheek, Tommy turned his head to the side and kissed it. “I’m sorry-about… well, about this.”
Adam pulled his hand back in shock. “What do you mean you’re sorry? Tommy,” he sighed and shook his head, a disbelieving look on his face, “this isn’t your fault. None of this is. And, god, it kills me that you think it’s an inconvenience for me, but it’s not,” when he was talking, he noticed Tommy turning his head to the side, hiding behind his blonde hair that he was crying, but Adam could see, “look at me,” he breathed, and when Tommy looked; Adam knew, he knew that he was going to do whatever it took to make Tommy okay again, “I’m in love with you. I have been, pretty much since you walked into that audition, and told me since day one you were straight. I was trying to hide it, trying to see if I could maybe distract myself, but I couldn’t. And I don’t know what happened, or why-really why you and Isaac started,” and there was venom in his voice, but he couldn’t help it, “or why you did it drunk. But baby, that’s no way to give yourself to someone who’s cruel to you. If it was me you wanted I could have made it so special, it would have been so nice…” Adam sat back, rubbing a hand over his face, water coming to his lashes.
“I-I know, m’sorry, I don’t know how it started after that one night… it wasn’t even romantic, ever. I just-I asked, I think what it felt like. And-and he said he would show me,” Tommy whispered, voice small, like he was scared that anything he was going to say would make Adam feel any less about him, “and I think I called out your name. Because he was angry and then any time he got me alone it was like payback, b-because after that he made it hurt.” And obviously if he made it hurt those times after the first, tonight wasn’t any different, just more.
Adam leaned in, cupping Tommy’s cheeks, brushing his thumb just under his eye to wipe off some smudged makeup and dried tears. “You don’t have to worry about that now, I’m going to take care of you, Tommy Joe, and I’m going to take care of Isaac, okay.”
Tommy nodded his head as he swallowed.
“Good,” Adam whispered and kissed his lips nice and soft. “Good,” he repeated.
The door opened to the hotel room and Monte came in, but stopped at the door. “Holy,” he paused, “what the fuck happened?” He came over to the bed, forgetting the fact he was seeing their bassist naked. He wasn’t looking at his body, he was looking at all the marks, and the obvious damage everywhere.
Adam covered Tommy over before Monte could look better, hiding him under the top later of blankets from the guitarist’s eyes. “Isaac is what happened,” Adam growled.
Monte took a second to process the information presented to him. “You’re kidding.”
“Not about this,” Adam said and looked at Tommy to see if he was okay.
“Monte, Jesus are you coming?” Isaac shouted from the door.
When he heard that voice, Adam saw red. Pure fucking red. He ran over toward the open doorway and grabbed Isaac by the throat, and it wasn’t some loose little grip that he did on Tommy on stage, it was tight and choking; how it was meant to be. He hauled him into the room and slammed the door shut, pushing him up against it. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill you right now?”
All that could be heard was a garbled noise.
Monte came over and put his hand on Adam’s shoulder. “Don’t do it, he’s not worth losing your career and going to jail for.”
Adam let up but punched Isaac in the face with his free hand. And then, well, then he played a little dirty, kicking him in the stomach when he bent over. “You are trash, useless piece of shit, and I swear to god if you ever come near Tommy again, I’m going to fucking kill you. Understand me?” Adam asked, pulling Isaac’s face up so he could look him in the eye. “Pack your shit, you’re fucking fired. GO!”
Then Adam was looking at Tommy on the bed, scared and shaking, and he knew in that moment he did the right thing. He walked over and kneeled beside him. “Do you want me to call the cops, do you want to press charges?”
Tommy shook his head no. “I don’t want any of this public. None. Please,” Tommy pleaded, “I don’t want anyone knowing.”
Adam growled but nodded his head. “He’s never coming near you again, Tommy Joe. Never.”
Monte nodded his head and sat down on the edge of the bed gingerly. “We can guarantee that. You won’t have to worry,” he looked over at Adam, “so I guess the show’s cancelled, huh?”
“Show is definitely cancelled. I don’t feel like calling Lane or anything just say Tommy’s been hurt-” He trailed off and looked at Tommy. “Can Lane know?”
Tommy bit his lip and then nodded his head.
“Good,” Adam whispered, “I’m not leaving this room, I’m going to stay with you until you’re okay again.”
Adam then looked at Monte. “Text me when everything is settled, Tommy and I are going to rest now.”
A few minutes after Monte left, Adam got up, staring down at Tommy who was still shaken up. He took off his long sleeved sweater and left himself in a black tank top and his tight jeans. He scooped Tommy into his arms and carried him into the bathroom. “Do you think it’s good if you bath?”
Tommy nodded his head. “Just stay with me,” he whispered against his ear.
“Always,” Adam breathed.
Author: wickedundertone
Pairing: Adam/Tommy mentions Tommy/Isaac
Rating: R.
Disclaimer: Fiction, means this isn’t real.
Summary: Tommy wants to tell Adam something, is he going to like all that he has to hear?
Notes: So this one gets a bit more intense, just saying.
The sick slap of face to floor was all that could be heard through the hotel room. “You’re leaving me? For HIM?!” Isaac shouted, kicking Tommy’s naked form in the ribs, earning him a perfect little whine. Just how he liked it. God, the boy made him hard when he cried, whined, or screamed. Bet Adam didn’t make him scream like that. Just the thoughts of the singer made him growl and shove three fingers into Tommy’s already abused ass. “Did he fuck you yet?”
“S-Stop,” Tommy breathed, “please stop, please…” He sniffed and turned his face into the carpet, biting on his lips, blood caked around the side of his mouth. Oh he’d be taking a few days off for sure, if he could even manage that. All he could think about though, through the pain, was Adam’s smiling face. Adam’s arms around him as he held him the night before, the way he said ‘you’re mine’.
It had to have felt like hours later when Tommy was shoved down the hall, sore, aching, bleeding into Adam’s hotel room door, holding his shirt up against his chest but not on. No, fabric hurt too much with the new bruises, the new cuts. He had a black eye already and his cheek was bruised. His lips were dry and bloody, cracked and overused. “Adam,” he breathed against the crack in the door, “Adam please… please open up.”
“One second!” Adam called out, “just gimme a minute, kay baby?”
God, if he had a minute, felt like he was going to pass out. Tommy’s head leaned into the door as he counted down the time, ticking off the seconds in his head. One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three- “Oh my god!” Adam shrieked and pulled him inside, slamming the door behind them. “What the fuck happened?!”
“Don’t,” Tommy cried out softly, “just-please, he said it’s over… okay, we’re over,” Tommy whispered, “I just-hurts so much,” he sniffed and walked over to the bed, dropping his shirt and going to sit down. He let out a muted sound when his ass touched the covers by a barrier of jeans and mattress. He looked around the room and realized why it had taken so long for Adam to open the door. There were rose petals and candles lit everywhere. He swallowed and choked on a sob as he saw the effort Adam put into making this special. Tommy felt like he didn’t deserve it.
“What do you mean, don’t? He brutalized you, god knows what he did to you, Tommy. I can’t let this go on. Either I call the police now, or you’re going to have to or I will kill him. I mean it Tommy Joe, I mean it!” Adam shouted, but quieted down when he saw Tommy shaking like a leaf in the wind on his bed.
Sighing, Adam came over and helped Tommy out of his pants and socks, laying him to the bed naked. The sight of his damaged lover’s body alone was killing him and breaking his heart in pieces. He held up his finger to show he’d be back and went to the bathroom. Adam took a long look in the mirror, staring at his reflection. Could he do this? Yes, yes, he could. Could he take care of someone, protect someone so much more fragile than he realized? Yes, without a doubt. He filled a bowl with water and grabbed a face cloth, taking that with him to the bedroom. “I hope you know,” he whispered softly, sitting down almost gingerly next to Tommy, afraid that he would shatter like glass, “that I would never hurt you or be rough with you, unless it was something you wanted, unless it was consensual.” He drug the cloth over Tommy’s battered skin, cleaning off the best and sadly leaving the worse behind.
“I know,” he whispered, “I trust you,” Tommy looked at Adam with those wide adoring brown eyes and tried to smile, but even at that point it hurt to show enjoyment, even though his heart was hammering against his chest, even though butterflies were dancing in his belly, even though everything inside and out ached. When Adam took the cloth away, his gentle touch, Tommy’s body was buzzing and he felt like he wasn’t inside it, but he could feel the pain still, and that hurt-oh it hurt like nothing else. When Adam’s hand came up by his cheek, Tommy turned his head to the side and kissed it. “I’m sorry-about… well, about this.”
Adam pulled his hand back in shock. “What do you mean you’re sorry? Tommy,” he sighed and shook his head, a disbelieving look on his face, “this isn’t your fault. None of this is. And, god, it kills me that you think it’s an inconvenience for me, but it’s not,” when he was talking, he noticed Tommy turning his head to the side, hiding behind his blonde hair that he was crying, but Adam could see, “look at me,” he breathed, and when Tommy looked; Adam knew, he knew that he was going to do whatever it took to make Tommy okay again, “I’m in love with you. I have been, pretty much since you walked into that audition, and told me since day one you were straight. I was trying to hide it, trying to see if I could maybe distract myself, but I couldn’t. And I don’t know what happened, or why-really why you and Isaac started,” and there was venom in his voice, but he couldn’t help it, “or why you did it drunk. But baby, that’s no way to give yourself to someone who’s cruel to you. If it was me you wanted I could have made it so special, it would have been so nice…” Adam sat back, rubbing a hand over his face, water coming to his lashes.
“I-I know, m’sorry, I don’t know how it started after that one night… it wasn’t even romantic, ever. I just-I asked, I think what it felt like. And-and he said he would show me,” Tommy whispered, voice small, like he was scared that anything he was going to say would make Adam feel any less about him, “and I think I called out your name. Because he was angry and then any time he got me alone it was like payback, b-because after that he made it hurt.” And obviously if he made it hurt those times after the first, tonight wasn’t any different, just more.
Adam leaned in, cupping Tommy’s cheeks, brushing his thumb just under his eye to wipe off some smudged makeup and dried tears. “You don’t have to worry about that now, I’m going to take care of you, Tommy Joe, and I’m going to take care of Isaac, okay.”
Tommy nodded his head as he swallowed.
“Good,” Adam whispered and kissed his lips nice and soft. “Good,” he repeated.
The door opened to the hotel room and Monte came in, but stopped at the door. “Holy,” he paused, “what the fuck happened?” He came over to the bed, forgetting the fact he was seeing their bassist naked. He wasn’t looking at his body, he was looking at all the marks, and the obvious damage everywhere.
Adam covered Tommy over before Monte could look better, hiding him under the top later of blankets from the guitarist’s eyes. “Isaac is what happened,” Adam growled.
Monte took a second to process the information presented to him. “You’re kidding.”
“Not about this,” Adam said and looked at Tommy to see if he was okay.
“Monte, Jesus are you coming?” Isaac shouted from the door.
When he heard that voice, Adam saw red. Pure fucking red. He ran over toward the open doorway and grabbed Isaac by the throat, and it wasn’t some loose little grip that he did on Tommy on stage, it was tight and choking; how it was meant to be. He hauled him into the room and slammed the door shut, pushing him up against it. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill you right now?”
All that could be heard was a garbled noise.
Monte came over and put his hand on Adam’s shoulder. “Don’t do it, he’s not worth losing your career and going to jail for.”
Adam let up but punched Isaac in the face with his free hand. And then, well, then he played a little dirty, kicking him in the stomach when he bent over. “You are trash, useless piece of shit, and I swear to god if you ever come near Tommy again, I’m going to fucking kill you. Understand me?” Adam asked, pulling Isaac’s face up so he could look him in the eye. “Pack your shit, you’re fucking fired. GO!”
Then Adam was looking at Tommy on the bed, scared and shaking, and he knew in that moment he did the right thing. He walked over and kneeled beside him. “Do you want me to call the cops, do you want to press charges?”
Tommy shook his head no. “I don’t want any of this public. None. Please,” Tommy pleaded, “I don’t want anyone knowing.”
Adam growled but nodded his head. “He’s never coming near you again, Tommy Joe. Never.”
Monte nodded his head and sat down on the edge of the bed gingerly. “We can guarantee that. You won’t have to worry,” he looked over at Adam, “so I guess the show’s cancelled, huh?”
“Show is definitely cancelled. I don’t feel like calling Lane or anything just say Tommy’s been hurt-” He trailed off and looked at Tommy. “Can Lane know?”
Tommy bit his lip and then nodded his head.
“Good,” Adam whispered, “I’m not leaving this room, I’m going to stay with you until you’re okay again.”
Adam then looked at Monte. “Text me when everything is settled, Tommy and I are going to rest now.”
A few minutes after Monte left, Adam got up, staring down at Tommy who was still shaken up. He took off his long sleeved sweater and left himself in a black tank top and his tight jeans. He scooped Tommy into his arms and carried him into the bathroom. “Do you think it’s good if you bath?”
Tommy nodded his head. “Just stay with me,” he whispered against his ear.
“Always,” Adam breathed.