filthy as the ace of spades

For rivers_bend. Because. ♥

You don't know what it's been like
Glamdom. Adam Lambert/Tommy Joe Ratliff. NC-17. ~9400 words. Contains drugs, alcohol, hints of breathplay, hints of desperation play, and intimacy kink.
Adam's buried so deep in the idea that Tommy only wants him when there's alcohol and drugs involved it's gonna take a backhoe to dig him out again.

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I'm all excited, omg. :x

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This fic follows I know there's better brothers but you're the only one that's mine, which is now a trilogy in four parts.

I require Neil icons.

It's a phase that I'm in
Glamdom. Adam Lambert/Neil Lambert. NC-17. ~3000 words. Sibling incest, drugs a la Burning Man.
Adam's half-hard, but Neil's not thinking about that. He is winning.

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For casey. I probably had way too much fun writing this. ♥

Learn to Love Your Wood
Glamdom. Adam Lambert/Tommy Joe Ratliff. NC-17. ~2300 words. Outdoor sex, snowballing.
"Shit, wow," Tommy says, hesitating on the edge of Adam's veranda before stepping down into the grass. "Dude, Home Depot barfed in your back garden."

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For sweetmusic_27, who asked for something kinky. I hope you enjoy!

rivers_bend is a total sweetheart who periodically drowns under insane amounts of beta work and loves me anyway.

Randomly, when I go in to edit journal posts, even though I've never put anything in the Reason for Age Restriction box ever on my own, it's always filled with 'autoschediastic'. I see what you're telling me there, DW. I do.

Down on the floor with a radio star
Glamdom. Adam Lambert/Tommy Joe Ratliff. NC-17. ~2400 words. Mild D/s. Armbinding.
Adam sees sequinned zebra-print pants and has to try them on, Tommy sees hardcore bondage porn and has to try it out. Whatever.

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For rhiannanb2. I'm pretty sure this totally fits the bill for your request. :D

On the Lam
Glamdom. Adam Lambert/Tommy Joe Ratliff. NC-17. ~3500 words. Western!AU timestamp for Way Over Yonder in the Minor Key. Outdoor sex and straight-razor pervin'.
"Another day, I'll lose sight of your face," Tommy says, setting the pitcher down on the top step. "And I have this strange liking for your face."

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For yellowseas, who originally requested the idea, and also a little for zoodlemouse13, who really, really wanted to see it done. ♥

Break My Arms Around My Love
Glamdom. Adam Lambert/Tommy Joe Ratliff. NC-17. ~10,200 words.
Forever's one of those things Tommy's never really thought about before. One of those things you just say. It really only means fifty years or so, maybe seventy if you're lucky. It's not that long at all.

And Tommy's already wasted two.

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Blah blah blah don't bash noncon where I can hear you, because then you make me do this. WARNING FOR TRIGGERY STUFF, OKAY.

Bulletproof Cupid
Glamdom. Adam Lambert/Tommy Joe Ratliff. NC-17. ~5300 words. Consensual rape fantasy. Drugs.
Tommy gets it, though, what's unsaid--Adam got a taste, and then he wanted more, everything he could have.

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I apparently have an obsession for boys playing around being boys. OH WELL, I'LL LEARN TO LIVE WITH IT SOMEHOW. \o/

Primitive Radio Gods
Glamdom. Adam Lambert/Tommy Joe Ratliff. NC-17. ~4300 words. Slapping.
"Just 'cause I let you stick your dick in me," Tommy grunts, wiggling around again, playing dirty pool with his fingers jammed into Adam's armpits, "and just 'cause I like it, don't mean shit."

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I can't even remember why this happened, but I'm very, very sure no_detective is responsible. She really is that fucking good. <3

And if you love me, I'll make a scene
Glamdom. Adam Lambert/Tommy Joe Ratliff. NC-17. ~6200 words. Dubious consent.
On Tuesday, Tommy wakes up humping his mattress, moaning Adam's name.

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