ps. here, have your unbeta'd accidental comeshot to the eye. XD
Kneeling on the dirty floor of a cramped one-stall, one-urinal bathroom in some shit club in Milwaukee is not how Tommy pictured getting Adam's dick in his mouth for the first time. Adam's a romantic motherfucker, and they're doing this whole dating thing, which as far as Tommy's concerned is synonymous with cockblocking but weirdly makes Adam deliriously happy, so whatever. The point is, when Tommy's imagined sucking Adam off, it's involved a sharp red wine and tousled bedsheets and Adam's breathless moans echoing inside his head.
His knees hurt from the tile, his scalp stings where Adam's gripping his hair, his fingers are cramped from clutching at the open fly of Adam's jeans, and his jaw aches and his lips have gone numb and he can't stop making this really pathetic whining noise every time Adam's dick bumps the back of his throat. It's not glorious, it sure as hell isn't comfortable, and any second now, Tommy's going to blow it so hard he's pretty sure he'll pass out. He'd gotten so fucking tired of waiting, okay? True love, taking it slow, blah blah soulmates, what the fuck ever. Every time Tommy so much as thinks about Adam, he pops wood. He doesn't even want to know the number of perfectly good erections he's had to ignore in pursuit of Adam Lambert's Guide to Lasting Relationships. Driving Adam so far out of his fucking mind that he dragged Tommy in here and shoved him down to his knees to hump his face had been the only possible recourse.
"God, Tommy," Adam groans, a hard thrust knocking the back of Tommy's head into the stall door he's trapped against. "I'm sorry, I can't- Your mouth, Tommy, fuck, your mouth-"
Tommy moans his wholehearted agreement. Not that he's doing much with his mouth anymore aside from letting Adam fuck it, but hey, Adam's not complaining. And fuck knows Tommy's not complaining. When he manages a quick glance up, he's treated to the sight of Adam's grip white-knuckled on the top of the flimsy partition and this look on Adam's face that there aren't even words for, devastated and blissful all at once.
Adam's eyes flare wide at whatever he sees in Tommy's. He hisses, "Fuck," and Tommy sucks a harsh breath in through his nose, shaking his hand quickly free of Adam's jeans to jam it behind his head, protecting his skull from the beating it's about to get.
Somewhere in the middle of all this supremely awesome awkwardness, things go wrong. They're so in sync like they always are, push-pull that feels like being high twenty-four fucking hours a day, every day. Then they're not. The shot of come down the throat Tommy'd expected hits him square in the face and he is so not fucking ready for it. He jerks back with a startled shout, and then it's in his fucking eye, Jesus Christ, and it burns.
"Don't!" Adam shrills, "don't squint, you'll make it worse, oh fuck, I'm so sorry," and Tommy can't see a fucking thing, but he can hear Adam scrabbling at the toilet paper, then the lock. "C'mon, the sink, shit."
Tommy hisses, "It's okay," and gropes blindly for Adam's hand, legs wobbling as he stands. "Ow, motherfucker. This shit hurts."
"I can't believe that happened," Adam moans, and there's the squeak of a faucet, a sad trickle of water. "No, of course I can. This is why I wanted to take it slow, because stuff like this happens, and-"
Flatly, Tommy says, "Are you fucking kidding," and holds his hair out of the way as Adam guides him down, starts splashing water on his face. "That was the fucking hottest thing ever. Except for like, you jizzing in my eye."
Another miserable noise echoes off the tile.
"Hang on," Tommy says, tilting his face away from the water. He blinks his eyes open carefully, braced for the burn of fresh oxygen on irritated tissues. He tears up immediately. "'Kay Rinse."
Wincing, Adam washes out his eye, face screwed up and squirming so bad it's kind of hilarious. This is so bothering him way more than it is Tommy. "Okay?"
After a couple experimental blinks, Tommy nods. "Yeah." It still feels funky, but he's not in danger of going blind or anything. He tosses Adam an easy smile, straightening up.
"Shit." Gentle fingers sweep under Tommy's eye, come away black.
Tommy risks a glance up in the mirror. His eyes are red beneath smeared makeup, his hair sticking to his forehead in wet clumps, and his mouth is totally fucked, lips flushed a dark angry red and swollen, shiny slick where Adam missed cleaning off some of his come. He looks like he just walked off the set of the best hardcore blowjob scene ever. Pursing his lips, he lets out a low appreciative whistle. "Nice."
Adam's mouth drops open.
"What?" Grabbing some paper towels to blot his neck dry, Tommy shrugs. "It's a good look. Like, ravished and shit. Nobody out there's gonna have to guess what you spent the last fifteen minutes doing to me."
Something about the grumpy twist to Adam's mouth before Tommy kisses it soft says Adam doesn't think this is quite so awesome. Tommy thinks it's fucking spectacular. He'd kinda like to do it again. Even the facial part, as long as he gets some warning next time.
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Date: 2011-03-01 08:21 pm (UTC)ps. here, have your unbeta'd accidental comeshot to the eye. XD
Kneeling on the dirty floor of a cramped one-stall, one-urinal bathroom in some shit club in Milwaukee is not how Tommy pictured getting Adam's dick in his mouth for the first time. Adam's a romantic motherfucker, and they're doing this whole dating thing, which as far as Tommy's concerned is synonymous with cockblocking but weirdly makes Adam deliriously happy, so whatever. The point is, when Tommy's imagined sucking Adam off, it's involved a sharp red wine and tousled bedsheets and Adam's breathless moans echoing inside his head.
His knees hurt from the tile, his scalp stings where Adam's gripping his hair, his fingers are cramped from clutching at the open fly of Adam's jeans, and his jaw aches and his lips have gone numb and he can't stop making this really pathetic whining noise every time Adam's dick bumps the back of his throat. It's not glorious, it sure as hell isn't comfortable, and any second now, Tommy's going to blow it so hard he's pretty sure he'll pass out. He'd gotten so fucking tired of waiting, okay? True love, taking it slow, blah blah soulmates, what the fuck ever. Every time Tommy so much as thinks about Adam, he pops wood. He doesn't even want to know the number of perfectly good erections he's had to ignore in pursuit of Adam Lambert's Guide to Lasting Relationships. Driving Adam so far out of his fucking mind that he dragged Tommy in here and shoved him down to his knees to hump his face had been the only possible recourse.
"God, Tommy," Adam groans, a hard thrust knocking the back of Tommy's head into the stall door he's trapped against. "I'm sorry, I can't- Your mouth, Tommy, fuck, your mouth-"
Tommy moans his wholehearted agreement. Not that he's doing much with his mouth anymore aside from letting Adam fuck it, but hey, Adam's not complaining. And fuck knows Tommy's not complaining. When he manages a quick glance up, he's treated to the sight of Adam's grip white-knuckled on the top of the flimsy partition and this look on Adam's face that there aren't even words for, devastated and blissful all at once.
Adam's eyes flare wide at whatever he sees in Tommy's. He hisses, "Fuck," and Tommy sucks a harsh breath in through his nose, shaking his hand quickly free of Adam's jeans to jam it behind his head, protecting his skull from the beating it's about to get.
Somewhere in the middle of all this supremely awesome awkwardness, things go wrong. They're so in sync like they always are, push-pull that feels like being high twenty-four fucking hours a day, every day. Then they're not. The shot of come down the throat Tommy'd expected hits him square in the face and he is so not fucking ready for it. He jerks back with a startled shout, and then it's in his fucking eye, Jesus Christ, and it burns.
"Don't!" Adam shrills, "don't squint, you'll make it worse, oh fuck, I'm so sorry," and Tommy can't see a fucking thing, but he can hear Adam scrabbling at the toilet paper, then the lock. "C'mon, the sink, shit."
Tommy hisses, "It's okay," and gropes blindly for Adam's hand, legs wobbling as he stands. "Ow, motherfucker. This shit hurts."
"I can't believe that happened," Adam moans, and there's the squeak of a faucet, a sad trickle of water. "No, of course I can. This is why I wanted to take it slow, because stuff like this happens, and-"
Flatly, Tommy says, "Are you fucking kidding," and holds his hair out of the way as Adam guides him down, starts splashing water on his face. "That was the fucking hottest thing ever. Except for like, you jizzing in my eye."
Another miserable noise echoes off the tile.
"Hang on," Tommy says, tilting his face away from the water. He blinks his eyes open carefully, braced for the burn of fresh oxygen on irritated tissues. He tears up immediately. "'Kay Rinse."
Wincing, Adam washes out his eye, face screwed up and squirming so bad it's kind of hilarious. This is so bothering him way more than it is Tommy. "Okay?"
After a couple experimental blinks, Tommy nods. "Yeah." It still feels funky, but he's not in danger of going blind or anything. He tosses Adam an easy smile, straightening up.
"Shit." Gentle fingers sweep under Tommy's eye, come away black.
Tommy risks a glance up in the mirror. His eyes are red beneath smeared makeup, his hair sticking to his forehead in wet clumps, and his mouth is totally fucked, lips flushed a dark angry red and swollen, shiny slick where Adam missed cleaning off some of his come. He looks like he just walked off the set of the best hardcore blowjob scene ever. Pursing his lips, he lets out a low appreciative whistle. "Nice."
Adam's mouth drops open.
"What?" Grabbing some paper towels to blot his neck dry, Tommy shrugs. "It's a good look. Like, ravished and shit. Nobody out there's gonna have to guess what you spent the last fifteen minutes doing to me."
Something about the grumpy twist to Adam's mouth before Tommy kisses it soft says Adam doesn't think this is quite so awesome. Tommy thinks it's fucking spectacular. He'd kinda like to do it again. Even the facial part, as long as he gets some warning next time.