It Doesn't Have to Hurt
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: First Adommy fic. There are mentions of abuse. Possible one shot, depending on if you babies want to see more. :)
Tommy stared at Adam as he put his makeup on in the hotel room mirror, hip leaning against the counter, legs crossed. He was comfortable. Tommy Joe was always comfortable. He never did anything out of the ordinary, never made too many sudden moves. He was safe, Tommy liked safe. Safe was good. Safe never got you in any trouble. Unless it was with Isaac.
“Why are you staring?” Adam asked; mouth in a perfect ‘O’ as he did the top of his eye, as though it would somehow stretch out if he elongated his mouth in such a way. Which made Tommy stare even more at those glossy lips; he wanted to lick everything off just so he could watch Adam do it again. And again.
“Just watching you, I guess,” he muttered, toeing against the floor and trying not to meet Adam’s penetrating gaze. “I like watching you put makeup on,” Tommy added finally, letting his eyes lift from the floor to catch the singer staring at him with a bewildered expression.
“You’re acting strange. Where is my Tom kitty gone? The sexy little blonde animal that struts on stage and presses up against me and moans in my ear.” Adam smiled at him like Tommy hung the moon, and really how could he refuse such a look. “You’ve been odd all morning.”
Tommy didn’t know he was acting weird, nobody had told him until Adam just did. He didn’t even know he was acting different at all. “Oh,” he said softly and took a seat next to Adam on the tub, watching him intently. “I just… I have something to tell you.”
“And what’s that,” Adam asked, pausing a moment to glance sidelong over at his bassist. “What, glitter baby.”
“I think I’m totally into you, and not just into what we do on stage, but like I’m really into you,” Tommy said, trying to explain but that only made him sound like an idiot. Great, just what he wanted; Adam to think he was dumb and unable to get his point across without stumbling about it.
“You know,” Adam said softly, “I-I feel the same, Tommy. I mean how can you not tell when I’m basically throwing myself at you every second I get.”
Tommy was baffled. He shouldn’t have been, but he was. “I-how could I have not seen it?”
Adam threw his head back and laughed. “You’re straight, remember? Or you supposedly are, I just didn’t pursue you like I normally would. Believe me, I would have been a bit more aggressive doing it.”
“Aggressive is nice,” Tommy mumbled, not answering about his being straight or not. That’s what he told everyone, well, everyone but Isaac knew the truth.
“Aggressive is really nice, kitty, in the right situations,” Adam breathed, standing up and pushing Tommy to the wall, holding his hands at his sides with his fingers curled around those tiny wrists. “What would you do if I dropped your jeans right now and sucked your cock?”
He knew he wasn’t going to run, that’s for sure, definitely not going to fucking run if someone, more importantly Adam was going to suck him off. “Please,” he breathed, curling his fingers into fists at his sides. He liked that grip, like being held down, girls didn’t hold anyone down and maybe that was what was missing in his life, Isaac didn’t do it, Tommy was usually the one on his knees in their situation. That huge gap, the one he was sure would never be filled, was slowly closing in. “Don’t tease, baby, please.”
“Oooh, Tommy doesn’t like a tease,” Adam breathed, unbuckling Tommy’s pants, not caring he slapped the bassist’s thigh with his own belt as he took it off in haste, just wanting to get those too tight pants down his legs. When he realized there was no underwear underneath he groaned, staring at his cock and feeling his mouth water. “Okay, so much better than what I imagined.”
Tommy whined and let his head roll back, eyes on the ceiling as Adam sunk down to his knees in front of him. “Glad you’re happy, better than what you pictured… now please, just… fucking touch me,” he breathed, looking down at Adam. God, he almost lost his shit just staring into those beautiful blue eyes, that parted mouth. Trembling, his head smacked against the wall again, eyes falling closed. And oh-oh he was touching him now, licking around the head and all Tommy could do was moan. God, that man was made to be on his knees. “Baby,” he moaned.
Adam loved, loved, loved being called baby and more importantly being called ‘baby’ by Tommy Joe. He’d have never imagined he’d be here doing this for Tommy, but things were strange and he wasn’t going to pass up the chance to do this. He kept his mouth tight, using Tommy’s cock to part his lips from the force as he swallowed him down to the base, not wasting any time, but jumping to the quick bobbing, sucking hard and swallowing. He wanted Tommy to come undone. He wanted-he wanted everything involving Tommy at that moment.
Jesus… Jesus, Tommy thought, curing to himself. He curled his hands tighter but all that got him were wrists slammed back against the wall and held tight by Adam’s hands. He loved that. He loved it more than anything. At least it wasn’t Isaac’s scratching, burning touch. Tommy didn’t even know why he put up with it. Maybe it was because he thought he wouldn’t get Adam’s attention or that he didn’t deserve it but now that he had what he wanted, he wasn’t sure how he was going to tell Isaac that their toxic relationship was over. It was over, Tommy decided.
Minutes, had to of been minutes of sheer pleasure rolling through Tommy’s body, and god when he looked down it made lust coil in his body at the sight. “Adam,” he whined and slouched a little, widening his thighs as he came, a choked scream poured passed his agape lips. “Fuck,” he breathed.
When Adam went to lift up his shirt to kiss up his body, Tommy shoved the shirt down. “Don’t,” he whispered, “just please… trust me.”
“But,” Adam stood up, scowl on his face, not used to being told no, because he always got what he wanted. “Is something serious going on, Tommy?” He asked. “tell me what’s going on, now.”
“Isaac-” Tommy trailed off, pushing away from the wall.
Adam whipped Tommy around, holding onto his arm, pulling him up against his side. “What about Isaac, I know you’re close to him.” And maybe he sounded possessive but Tommy was his now. Okay, his.
“He sort of… well, we’re kind of together, a-and I want you, always wanted you but I was drunk one night and we fooled around and one thing lead to another,” Tommy whispered meekly.
“And where in that comes you hiding yourself from me?”
“He makes it hurt, sometimes,” Tommy said, mouth opening and closing as he tried to hide the water coming to his overly made up eyes. “Is this what you wanted to see?” Tommy asked, lifting up his shirt and showing the bruises and little cuts on his pale flesh.
Adam’s eyes glazed over with ice and hurt, so much hurt. “Baby,” he breathed, coming in closer, “why didn’t you tell me? Fuck, you could have came to me a lot sooner. He’s getting fired!” Adam said with a growl. “So fucking fired. And then, I’m going to kick his mother fucking ass.” Adam huffed.
“See, this isn’t why I wanted to tell you anything or like-confess, I’ve been weird all day about it, apparently, according to you, but-just hold me? Take me to your bed and hold me.”
And Adam couldn’t refuse that, even if he was angry. He swung Tommy’s much more delicate form up in his arms and carried him to the bed, stripping him, ignoring the fact that Isaac had his greasy, slimy paws all over this blonde angel, and stripped himself, climbing on the bed and wrapping him up in his arms. “Never again, ever… okay.”
“Promise,” Tommy breathed. “Promise.”
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: First Adommy fic. There are mentions of abuse. Possible one shot, depending on if you babies want to see more. :)
Tommy stared at Adam as he put his makeup on in the hotel room mirror, hip leaning against the counter, legs crossed. He was comfortable. Tommy Joe was always comfortable. He never did anything out of the ordinary, never made too many sudden moves. He was safe, Tommy liked safe. Safe was good. Safe never got you in any trouble. Unless it was with Isaac.
“Why are you staring?” Adam asked; mouth in a perfect ‘O’ as he did the top of his eye, as though it would somehow stretch out if he elongated his mouth in such a way. Which made Tommy stare even more at those glossy lips; he wanted to lick everything off just so he could watch Adam do it again. And again.
“Just watching you, I guess,” he muttered, toeing against the floor and trying not to meet Adam’s penetrating gaze. “I like watching you put makeup on,” Tommy added finally, letting his eyes lift from the floor to catch the singer staring at him with a bewildered expression.
“You’re acting strange. Where is my Tom kitty gone? The sexy little blonde animal that struts on stage and presses up against me and moans in my ear.” Adam smiled at him like Tommy hung the moon, and really how could he refuse such a look. “You’ve been odd all morning.”
Tommy didn’t know he was acting weird, nobody had told him until Adam just did. He didn’t even know he was acting different at all. “Oh,” he said softly and took a seat next to Adam on the tub, watching him intently. “I just… I have something to tell you.”
“And what’s that,” Adam asked, pausing a moment to glance sidelong over at his bassist. “What, glitter baby.”
“I think I’m totally into you, and not just into what we do on stage, but like I’m really into you,” Tommy said, trying to explain but that only made him sound like an idiot. Great, just what he wanted; Adam to think he was dumb and unable to get his point across without stumbling about it.
“You know,” Adam said softly, “I-I feel the same, Tommy. I mean how can you not tell when I’m basically throwing myself at you every second I get.”
Tommy was baffled. He shouldn’t have been, but he was. “I-how could I have not seen it?”
Adam threw his head back and laughed. “You’re straight, remember? Or you supposedly are, I just didn’t pursue you like I normally would. Believe me, I would have been a bit more aggressive doing it.”
“Aggressive is nice,” Tommy mumbled, not answering about his being straight or not. That’s what he told everyone, well, everyone but Isaac knew the truth.
“Aggressive is really nice, kitty, in the right situations,” Adam breathed, standing up and pushing Tommy to the wall, holding his hands at his sides with his fingers curled around those tiny wrists. “What would you do if I dropped your jeans right now and sucked your cock?”
He knew he wasn’t going to run, that’s for sure, definitely not going to fucking run if someone, more importantly Adam was going to suck him off. “Please,” he breathed, curling his fingers into fists at his sides. He liked that grip, like being held down, girls didn’t hold anyone down and maybe that was what was missing in his life, Isaac didn’t do it, Tommy was usually the one on his knees in their situation. That huge gap, the one he was sure would never be filled, was slowly closing in. “Don’t tease, baby, please.”
“Oooh, Tommy doesn’t like a tease,” Adam breathed, unbuckling Tommy’s pants, not caring he slapped the bassist’s thigh with his own belt as he took it off in haste, just wanting to get those too tight pants down his legs. When he realized there was no underwear underneath he groaned, staring at his cock and feeling his mouth water. “Okay, so much better than what I imagined.”
Tommy whined and let his head roll back, eyes on the ceiling as Adam sunk down to his knees in front of him. “Glad you’re happy, better than what you pictured… now please, just… fucking touch me,” he breathed, looking down at Adam. God, he almost lost his shit just staring into those beautiful blue eyes, that parted mouth. Trembling, his head smacked against the wall again, eyes falling closed. And oh-oh he was touching him now, licking around the head and all Tommy could do was moan. God, that man was made to be on his knees. “Baby,” he moaned.
Adam loved, loved, loved being called baby and more importantly being called ‘baby’ by Tommy Joe. He’d have never imagined he’d be here doing this for Tommy, but things were strange and he wasn’t going to pass up the chance to do this. He kept his mouth tight, using Tommy’s cock to part his lips from the force as he swallowed him down to the base, not wasting any time, but jumping to the quick bobbing, sucking hard and swallowing. He wanted Tommy to come undone. He wanted-he wanted everything involving Tommy at that moment.
Jesus… Jesus, Tommy thought, curing to himself. He curled his hands tighter but all that got him were wrists slammed back against the wall and held tight by Adam’s hands. He loved that. He loved it more than anything. At least it wasn’t Isaac’s scratching, burning touch. Tommy didn’t even know why he put up with it. Maybe it was because he thought he wouldn’t get Adam’s attention or that he didn’t deserve it but now that he had what he wanted, he wasn’t sure how he was going to tell Isaac that their toxic relationship was over. It was over, Tommy decided.
Minutes, had to of been minutes of sheer pleasure rolling through Tommy’s body, and god when he looked down it made lust coil in his body at the sight. “Adam,” he whined and slouched a little, widening his thighs as he came, a choked scream poured passed his agape lips. “Fuck,” he breathed.
When Adam went to lift up his shirt to kiss up his body, Tommy shoved the shirt down. “Don’t,” he whispered, “just please… trust me.”
“But,” Adam stood up, scowl on his face, not used to being told no, because he always got what he wanted. “Is something serious going on, Tommy?” He asked. “tell me what’s going on, now.”
“Isaac-” Tommy trailed off, pushing away from the wall.
Adam whipped Tommy around, holding onto his arm, pulling him up against his side. “What about Isaac, I know you’re close to him.” And maybe he sounded possessive but Tommy was his now. Okay, his.
“He sort of… well, we’re kind of together, a-and I want you, always wanted you but I was drunk one night and we fooled around and one thing lead to another,” Tommy whispered meekly.
“And where in that comes you hiding yourself from me?”
“He makes it hurt, sometimes,” Tommy said, mouth opening and closing as he tried to hide the water coming to his overly made up eyes. “Is this what you wanted to see?” Tommy asked, lifting up his shirt and showing the bruises and little cuts on his pale flesh.
Adam’s eyes glazed over with ice and hurt, so much hurt. “Baby,” he breathed, coming in closer, “why didn’t you tell me? Fuck, you could have came to me a lot sooner. He’s getting fired!” Adam said with a growl. “So fucking fired. And then, I’m going to kick his mother fucking ass.” Adam huffed.
“See, this isn’t why I wanted to tell you anything or like-confess, I’ve been weird all day about it, apparently, according to you, but-just hold me? Take me to your bed and hold me.”
And Adam couldn’t refuse that, even if he was angry. He swung Tommy’s much more delicate form up in his arms and carried him to the bed, stripping him, ignoring the fact that Isaac had his greasy, slimy paws all over this blonde angel, and stripped himself, climbing on the bed and wrapping him up in his arms. “Never again, ever… okay.”
“Promise,” Tommy breathed. “Promise.”