Music Again
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kasuchansTitle: Music Again
Rating: R
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Warning: Language, reference to a fistfight, sex
Summary: When Tommy gets drunk, he spills his guts to Adam. Songfic.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, no matter how many times I wish on 11:11, and these events are, as far as I know, the work of fiction. If Google abuse brought you here, and you know and/or are those involved, please don't read.
Author's Note: This is the first in a series of FYE song-fics. I'm sure some of the dialogue connections are a bit forced, but I think it turned out well. Please comment and critique with constructive criticism, as I am a new-ish author! :)
Tommy stumbled into Adam's room, startling him.
"Jeez, you made me mess up my eyeline—Tommy?" Adam turned around, brush in hand, as he stared at Tommy's stumbling form. "Um, are you drunk?"
"Wha? No, no, I'm not drunk!" he slurred, waving his hand as he lurched towards Adam.
Adam stood up and grabbed his shoulders firmly, sitting him down on the bed. "Wait, is that a—were you in a fight?" He stared at the slight bruise across the right side of Tommy's face, partially obscured by his hair and smudged makeup, and wondered what in the world Tommy had been doing.
"Dude, I had to. These guys at the club—they were dissing you again, calling you a faggot and a gay whore. It's not right!"
"That doesn’t mean you have to beat them up over it!" Adam hissed. He cared about Tommy, he really did, and he didn’t like him getting hurt for him. "It's my business who I fuck, so don’t even get into it with them!" He paused, realizing something, before adding, "Why did you even start talking about my sex life anyways?"
"Oh, y'know, they brought up the AMAs, and then that VEVO commercial, and the music video… They said you're converting me, I'm gonna become a homo, etc. You get the idea." Tommy said, his cut lip swelling up. "I punched them when they said that fags like 'us,'" adding air quotes, "should just fuck onstage so we can be kicked off, 'cause no-one wants to see us freaks anyways."
"But they know you're straight! I mean, you've had girlfriends and everything!" Adam wasn't going to deny that he and Tommy had done some pretty suggestive stuff, but it was just for show. It's not like he would have ever acted on his feelings for Tommy, anyways, no matter how good he looked in his stage clothes.
"Yeah. Well, I said something, so…" Tommy looked down, tossing his hair out of his face. "I said that you were hot, and I wouldn't care if you wanted to do me."
"What?!" Adam's eyes widened in shock, taking in what Tommy had just said. It had to be the alcohol talking; it had to!
"Adam, I… I want you. Your body, your mind, your soul—all of you. I mean, I want to be with you! It's not like I have any experience with guys, but I—I know that this is real. It's not just lust or whatnot." He looked up at Adam with hopeful eyes, seeming quite vulnerable.
"Tommy, no. You don't know what you're asking for. The paparazzi would be on us—on me— in an instant. They'd kill us." He'd been through this before. Dating a straight man—no matter what he felt for him—was never worth the publicity, nor the inevitable heartbreak.
"Come on, Adam!" Tommy whined, pouting his lips up against Adam's. "Just give yourself to me—just once?"
Adam pulled away instantly, not wanting to get tangled up in this. He cared too much about Tommy to do this. "I'm not going to hook up with you! Go explore your sexuality with someone else, because I'm not going to!"
"I don't want anyone else instead of you! I want Adam! The one who's my friend, not some drug-fueled sex with a stranger in a hot tub!" Tommy yelled. "I've been going crazy about this for the past week, Adam, come on! You're the most amazing person I've ever met!"
"Tommy…" Adam trailed off, "I never knew. I always thought you were straight."
"Yeah, well, so did everyone else. And you know what? I never told anyone because people thought of me as the straight fucking emo boy, and I've never been one to let other people down! But then I met you, crazy, sexy, flamboyantly gay you, and I realized that I was lying to myself! I was trying to tell myself that I wasn’t gay, and you know fucking what? It doesn’t work that way!" Tommy burst out, yelling in Adam's face. He reeled back, finally realizing how hard he'd made Tommy's life with that kiss. "And I finally find someone I want, someone who I'd think would want me back, and it looks like he's afraid for his fucking image!"
"…I'm so sorry. I'd forgotten how hard life in the closet is. It's just, if people find out… I wouldn’t want to lose you. And I very easily could." Adam said, point-blank.
Tommy started at Adam for a second before speaking. "Wait, so you do have feelings for me? Or are you trying to let me down easy?"
Adam sighed. "Tommy, give me your hand." He stared Tommy in the face, gazing into his brown eyes. "Tommy, I love you. More than you could ever possibly know. What I don’t understand is why you chose me of all people to fall for."
Tommy clutched Adam's hand, speaking softly. "I was in a… bad place, when I joined your band. I was depressed, and contemplating ending it all. Even my music wasn’t helping. But then… then I heard your voice, and saw you sing. And all of a sudden, it was like I was yelling at myself to go out, live, and make my life one I wanted to be a part of. To make my music big. You made me want to play, even to just listen, to music again. And then I met you, and you were everything I'd imagined, and more. It's like, you made me realize that I needed a reason to keep living, and you gave me that."
Adam sat silent, taking in what Tommy had just said. "I—I made your life worth it? Seriously?"
"Yeah. I mean, I know we've both got people behind us, but you were really 'the one', y'know? I never expected to fall for you like this, but I guess I did."
Adam smiled. He knew exactly what it was like to fall for someone way more than he thought. And maybe, just maybe, with Tommy's earnestness, this could work. Bringing his hand to his mouth, he kissed Tommy's fingers, one by one. Tommy responded by leaning closer to Adam nuzzling against his cheek. As Adam turned his head, their lips touched, and it was like it flipped a switch. Adam pulled Tommy to him, his hands gripping his head, as he forced his lips apart, sweeping the inside of his mouth with his tongue. Tommy responded by groaning hungrily, climbing over to straddle Adam's lap.
Adam's fingers moved frantically down to the hem of his shirt, breaking their mouths apart. As Tommy settled into a comfortable position on Adam's legs, he pulled his shirt off as well, revealing his flushed chest. Adam moaned, pressing their chests together as he swept towards Tommy's neck, sucking on it mercilessly.
"Adam…" Tommy gasped out. "Adam… touch me… please…" He pulled closer to Adam, pushing their jeans together as he rubbed against him.
"F—Fuck!" Adam stuttered out at the unexpected contact. He fumbled at Tommy's zipper for a second before getting it open, allowing Tommy's cock to spring up into his hand.
"No underwear, huh?" Adam asked, smirking. "Well, your jeans are quite tight." He stroked his fingers along Tommy's underside, causing him to shiver, before settling into a rhythm, their mouths separating as Tommy moaned. Sliding his tongue into Tommy's mouth, Adam slid his hand along Tommy's length, brushing over the head, before reaching down with his other hand to coat his fingers in his precome.
"Goddammit…" Tommy panted out, arching into Adam's palm. Adam pulled his hand up, shoving his slickened fingers into Tommy's mouth. Within moments, Tommy gave one last gasp, shuddering as he came into Adam's hand and across his chest.
"That's it. Come for me, baby." Adam murmured, stroking Tommy as he writhed under his touch.
Tommy sat up, pressing into Adam. "Lemme do you now."
"You don't have to. It's oka—" Adam's words cut off in a strangled cry as Tommy ducked down and undid Adam's jeans, taking his cock into his mouth. He was surprisingly good for a first-timer.
Tommy continued sucking on Adam, swirling his tongue around, as Adam buried his fingers in Tommy's hair, moaning with each sweep of his tongue. Looking at Tommy's bent figure was more than Adam could take, and soon he was coming into Tommy's mouth.
"Shit!" Adam exclaimed, as Tommy swallowed his come. "Tommy, god..."
Pulling back up, Tommy pressed one last, furious kiss to Adam's mouth, his flushed face looking thoroughly debauched.
"God, I wanted that." He murmured, breathing heavily.
"Yeah, but will you still have wanted it in the morning?" Now that was the question, Adam thought. If Tommy changed his mind, he wasn't sure he'd be able to take it — take having a taste of his love and then losing it all over again.
"Of course I will. You're my reason for living, now aren't you?"
"Heh. I love you so much right now."
"Dude, I love you more than I love the beer that made me decide to do this."
Adam ran his hand over his new lover's face.
"Now what in the world do we tell our publicist?"
Rating: R
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Warning: Language, reference to a fistfight, sex
Summary: When Tommy gets drunk, he spills his guts to Adam. Songfic.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, no matter how many times I wish on 11:11, and these events are, as far as I know, the work of fiction. If Google abuse brought you here, and you know and/or are those involved, please don't read.
Author's Note: This is the first in a series of FYE song-fics. I'm sure some of the dialogue connections are a bit forced, but I think it turned out well. Please comment and critique with constructive criticism, as I am a new-ish author! :)
Tommy stumbled into Adam's room, startling him.
"Jeez, you made me mess up my eyeline—Tommy?" Adam turned around, brush in hand, as he stared at Tommy's stumbling form. "Um, are you drunk?"
"Wha? No, no, I'm not drunk!" he slurred, waving his hand as he lurched towards Adam.
Adam stood up and grabbed his shoulders firmly, sitting him down on the bed. "Wait, is that a—were you in a fight?" He stared at the slight bruise across the right side of Tommy's face, partially obscured by his hair and smudged makeup, and wondered what in the world Tommy had been doing.
"Dude, I had to. These guys at the club—they were dissing you again, calling you a faggot and a gay whore. It's not right!"
"That doesn’t mean you have to beat them up over it!" Adam hissed. He cared about Tommy, he really did, and he didn’t like him getting hurt for him. "It's my business who I fuck, so don’t even get into it with them!" He paused, realizing something, before adding, "Why did you even start talking about my sex life anyways?"
"Oh, y'know, they brought up the AMAs, and then that VEVO commercial, and the music video… They said you're converting me, I'm gonna become a homo, etc. You get the idea." Tommy said, his cut lip swelling up. "I punched them when they said that fags like 'us,'" adding air quotes, "should just fuck onstage so we can be kicked off, 'cause no-one wants to see us freaks anyways."
"But they know you're straight! I mean, you've had girlfriends and everything!" Adam wasn't going to deny that he and Tommy had done some pretty suggestive stuff, but it was just for show. It's not like he would have ever acted on his feelings for Tommy, anyways, no matter how good he looked in his stage clothes.
"Yeah. Well, I said something, so…" Tommy looked down, tossing his hair out of his face. "I said that you were hot, and I wouldn't care if you wanted to do me."
"What?!" Adam's eyes widened in shock, taking in what Tommy had just said. It had to be the alcohol talking; it had to!
"Adam, I… I want you. Your body, your mind, your soul—all of you. I mean, I want to be with you! It's not like I have any experience with guys, but I—I know that this is real. It's not just lust or whatnot." He looked up at Adam with hopeful eyes, seeming quite vulnerable.
"Tommy, no. You don't know what you're asking for. The paparazzi would be on us—on me— in an instant. They'd kill us." He'd been through this before. Dating a straight man—no matter what he felt for him—was never worth the publicity, nor the inevitable heartbreak.
"Come on, Adam!" Tommy whined, pouting his lips up against Adam's. "Just give yourself to me—just once?"
Adam pulled away instantly, not wanting to get tangled up in this. He cared too much about Tommy to do this. "I'm not going to hook up with you! Go explore your sexuality with someone else, because I'm not going to!"
"I don't want anyone else instead of you! I want Adam! The one who's my friend, not some drug-fueled sex with a stranger in a hot tub!" Tommy yelled. "I've been going crazy about this for the past week, Adam, come on! You're the most amazing person I've ever met!"
"Tommy…" Adam trailed off, "I never knew. I always thought you were straight."
"Yeah, well, so did everyone else. And you know what? I never told anyone because people thought of me as the straight fucking emo boy, and I've never been one to let other people down! But then I met you, crazy, sexy, flamboyantly gay you, and I realized that I was lying to myself! I was trying to tell myself that I wasn’t gay, and you know fucking what? It doesn’t work that way!" Tommy burst out, yelling in Adam's face. He reeled back, finally realizing how hard he'd made Tommy's life with that kiss. "And I finally find someone I want, someone who I'd think would want me back, and it looks like he's afraid for his fucking image!"
"…I'm so sorry. I'd forgotten how hard life in the closet is. It's just, if people find out… I wouldn’t want to lose you. And I very easily could." Adam said, point-blank.
Tommy started at Adam for a second before speaking. "Wait, so you do have feelings for me? Or are you trying to let me down easy?"
Adam sighed. "Tommy, give me your hand." He stared Tommy in the face, gazing into his brown eyes. "Tommy, I love you. More than you could ever possibly know. What I don’t understand is why you chose me of all people to fall for."
Tommy clutched Adam's hand, speaking softly. "I was in a… bad place, when I joined your band. I was depressed, and contemplating ending it all. Even my music wasn’t helping. But then… then I heard your voice, and saw you sing. And all of a sudden, it was like I was yelling at myself to go out, live, and make my life one I wanted to be a part of. To make my music big. You made me want to play, even to just listen, to music again. And then I met you, and you were everything I'd imagined, and more. It's like, you made me realize that I needed a reason to keep living, and you gave me that."
Adam sat silent, taking in what Tommy had just said. "I—I made your life worth it? Seriously?"
"Yeah. I mean, I know we've both got people behind us, but you were really 'the one', y'know? I never expected to fall for you like this, but I guess I did."
Adam smiled. He knew exactly what it was like to fall for someone way more than he thought. And maybe, just maybe, with Tommy's earnestness, this could work. Bringing his hand to his mouth, he kissed Tommy's fingers, one by one. Tommy responded by leaning closer to Adam nuzzling against his cheek. As Adam turned his head, their lips touched, and it was like it flipped a switch. Adam pulled Tommy to him, his hands gripping his head, as he forced his lips apart, sweeping the inside of his mouth with his tongue. Tommy responded by groaning hungrily, climbing over to straddle Adam's lap.
Adam's fingers moved frantically down to the hem of his shirt, breaking their mouths apart. As Tommy settled into a comfortable position on Adam's legs, he pulled his shirt off as well, revealing his flushed chest. Adam moaned, pressing their chests together as he swept towards Tommy's neck, sucking on it mercilessly.
"Adam…" Tommy gasped out. "Adam… touch me… please…" He pulled closer to Adam, pushing their jeans together as he rubbed against him.
"F—Fuck!" Adam stuttered out at the unexpected contact. He fumbled at Tommy's zipper for a second before getting it open, allowing Tommy's cock to spring up into his hand.
"No underwear, huh?" Adam asked, smirking. "Well, your jeans are quite tight." He stroked his fingers along Tommy's underside, causing him to shiver, before settling into a rhythm, their mouths separating as Tommy moaned. Sliding his tongue into Tommy's mouth, Adam slid his hand along Tommy's length, brushing over the head, before reaching down with his other hand to coat his fingers in his precome.
"Goddammit…" Tommy panted out, arching into Adam's palm. Adam pulled his hand up, shoving his slickened fingers into Tommy's mouth. Within moments, Tommy gave one last gasp, shuddering as he came into Adam's hand and across his chest.
"That's it. Come for me, baby." Adam murmured, stroking Tommy as he writhed under his touch.
Tommy sat up, pressing into Adam. "Lemme do you now."
"You don't have to. It's oka—" Adam's words cut off in a strangled cry as Tommy ducked down and undid Adam's jeans, taking his cock into his mouth. He was surprisingly good for a first-timer.
Tommy continued sucking on Adam, swirling his tongue around, as Adam buried his fingers in Tommy's hair, moaning with each sweep of his tongue. Looking at Tommy's bent figure was more than Adam could take, and soon he was coming into Tommy's mouth.
"Shit!" Adam exclaimed, as Tommy swallowed his come. "Tommy, god..."
Pulling back up, Tommy pressed one last, furious kiss to Adam's mouth, his flushed face looking thoroughly debauched.
"God, I wanted that." He murmured, breathing heavily.
"Yeah, but will you still have wanted it in the morning?" Now that was the question, Adam thought. If Tommy changed his mind, he wasn't sure he'd be able to take it — take having a taste of his love and then losing it all over again.
"Of course I will. You're my reason for living, now aren't you?"
"Heh. I love you so much right now."
"Dude, I love you more than I love the beer that made me decide to do this."
Adam ran his hand over his new lover's face.
"Now what in the world do we tell our publicist?"
