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armanyaTitle: Gonna Give You Every Inch of My Love
Part: 2/2
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glambrosiah
Genre: Slash
Pairing: Adam Lambert/ TommyJoe Ratliff
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Drug references (weed), bottom!Adam
Word Count: 1611
Summary: Amsterdam post-show hotelroom fun!
Author's Note: Erm, I'm sorry it took me forever to post part 2. Partly I was busy, partly my muses were being difficult.
The cold night air had sobered them up just a little before they arrived at the hotel; the high having settled to a rather pleasant haze. They were both sort of mellow as they showered together, washing each other and letting hands, lips and tongues tease wet skin. By the time they were drying each other off they were both hard and horny again, neither of them wasting any time in getting to bed.
They continued as they had in the shower for a while, all lazy kisses and touches, enjoying their moment away from cameras, fans and responsibilities the way they always did. It was blissful to have a chunk of time all to themselves, and the privacy of a hotel room.
"I fucking love Amsterdam, man." Tommy said eventually. He was sure there were reasons for that, but he wasn't in a state of mind where you need reasons for declaring your love for anything you felt like.
Adam chuckled beside him, pulling back a little and brushing Tommy's hair away from his eyes. "Me too." He offered with a lazy smile, leaning in again to peck Tommy's nose, making both of them giggle.
Adam liked the sound of Tommy's giggling so it was only natural that he was suddenly on top of Tommy, pinning his hands down with one hand and using the other to relentlessly tickle Tommy's side. Tommy squirmed underneath him, laughing whilst trying to pout in protest, managing to break his hands free so he could give back as good as he got.
Tommy gets a hand into one Adam's armpits after a while, effectively rendering Adam useless, taking the opportunity to push Adam over an straddling him. Once he has Adam beneath him, he stops tickling.
"I win."
Adam grins up at him, not even interested in objecting. "So you do."
"I'm still a little mad at you, by the way."
"Oh?" Adam crocks an eyebrow, "I thought I made up for that?"
Tommy shakes his head, and Adam catches the momentary smirk before Tommy slides forward, laying down on top of Adam.
"Nope. But you could make it up to me now?"
Adam doesn't answer, at least not verbally, but he thrusts his hips upward to meet Tommy's as Tommy lick and sucks a small mark into his collarbone. His right arm wraps around Tommy, pulling him down, closer, and he sighs into Tommy's mouth when Tommy kisses him. Tommy smiles against his lips, knowing that Adam is silently telling him that he can do whatever he wants, and he is so going to take full advantage of that.
Tommy keeps up the soft kissing, his fingers running through Adam's hair, over his face and neck, down to his shoulders and arms. Adam relaxes beneath him, becoming totally pliant, and when Tommy pulls back Adam's eyes are clouded with more than just the effects of the weed. Tommy smiles at him and Adam's responding smile is somewhat lopsided, which makes Tommy reach out to run his fingers over Adam's cheek.
"You're so beautiful," Tommy murmurs, not even thinking about the words before they spill out of his mouth. He has never been one for sweet-talk and romantic crap; or well, more like he has never been good at it rather than being opposed to it. But there is something about those moments when he has Adam like this that makes it all come so easily. Because this Adam, completely naked and vulnerable beneath him, is his Adam. The man beneath all that glitter and leather and makeup, the person underneath the mask that very few people get to see. And it makes Tommy feel special and lucky that Adam trusts him enough to be like this with him, and that seems to unlock a sappy side that Tommy didn't even know he had.
Adam blinks up at him, still smiling, feeling far too relaxed and hazy to make a response but knowing he doesn't need to. Words are superfluous between them at times like this, really, and Adam has always thought that love is better expressed through actions anyway.
Tommy pecks Adam's lips quickly before sliding down a bit, kissing his way across Adam's chest, pausing at each nipple, using his teeth and tongue to tease them into little hard nubs. Adam arches up against him, one of his hands coming to rest on Tommy's head, fingers gently tangling in blonde hair.
Tommy continues down Adam's stomach, taking his time, licking and kissing the freckled skin. Chuckling softly as Adam whines and pulls at his hair to urge him on.
"You're always so damn impatient," Tommy says, sitting back, hands splayed on Adam's chest.
"You're always such a fucking tease," Adam bites back.
Tommy snorts, reaching for the lube and a condom. "You know you love it."
"Never said I di- fuck Tommy!"
Tommy shrugs with feigned innocence as he continues pushing two fingers into Adam. "Sorry. Thought you wanted me to hurry up."
Adam only responds with a low groan. Tommy moves in between Adam's legs, bending down to blow hot breath on Adam's cock, loving the way Adam jerks in response. He splays his free hand on Adam's hip to keep him still before he wraps his lips around Adam's head. Adam mumbles something incoherent, his fingers curling tighter in Tommy's hair, just on the edge of being painful.
Tommy flattens his tongue against Adam's length, teasing, easily finding all the right spots. He pushes a third finger in as Adam arches up from the bed, humming softly as Adam groans.
"Please," Adam whines as Tommy curls his fingers to hit that spot, "God Tommy, just fuck me already."
Tommy releases Adam's cock with a little pop, looking up at Adam through his fringe, smirking. "Always so fucking bossy," he says, twisting his fingers to make Adam whine and writhe again. He really fucking loves this game, loves the fact that he can make Adam come apart so easily behind closed doors, because the Adam everyone else sees always seems so in control.
"Please..." Adam whispers again, voice hoarse and broken as he stares at Tommy through half lidded eyes.
"I got you," Tommy soothes as he pulls his fingers out, rubbing one hand on Adam's thigh as he tears the condom packet open with his teeth.
"How do you want it?" Tommy asks as he rolls the condom on, eyes trained on Adam's flushed face, on the messy hair and the swollen lips, thinking that this is seriously when Adam is at his most beautiful. If only the fans that raved about Adam crawling around on stage could see this... but they can't, and of course Tommy wouldn't want them to. Because Adam like this is just for him.
"Just like this," Adam replies, parting his legs more as he pulls them up towards his chest, as if Tommy needs further invitation.
Tommy smiles at him, moving into position, letting Adam's legs rest against his shoulders. He kisses Adam as he pushes in, their moans mingling in the air that's passing between them, the kiss slow and gentle until Tommy bottoms out inside Adam and pulls away to bury his face in the crook of Adam neck.
"Oh fuck Adam," he mumbles against Adam's neck, nipping at the skin to leave a small mark.
Adam makes a responding noise, incoherent as Tommy starts trusting, arms wrapping around Tommy to pull him impossibly close. Most of Tommy's weight is resting against him now and he loves it, loves the way that weight holds him captive.
"Harder," Adam pants, turning his head so his lips brush Tommy's head, searching for another kiss as Tommy quickens the pace.
Tommy lifts his head so he can oblige Adam, tongue pushing past Adam's parted lips, the kiss much more heated and forceful this time. Adam swallows Tommy's cries as he comes, with Adam following not far behind even though neither of them is touching him.
Adam rolls them over, groaning when Tommy slides out of him. He places a kiss on Tommy's forehead and Tommy watches him as he removes the condom from Tommy, tossing it in the bin beside the bed before using one of their towels the wipe them off. Adam would bitch about how Tommy really should be the one to clean up when he tops, he wouldn't have hesitated to do it with anyone else, but he learnt pretty quickly that Tommy is always languid after coming and there really is no use expecting him to do anything. And Adam wouldn't have it any other way, because it's one of those things that makes Tommy his Tommy.
Adam turns to turn the light off before he pulls the comforter over them. Tommy rolls a little closer, still staying far enough away that he can look at Adam's face in the moonlight.
"You really are beautiful," Tommy says, and maybe it's because there is still that slight haze from the weed, or maybe his brain is working funny after the sex, or perhaps by some miracle he is actually getting better at this whole romance thing; either way he means what he says and his heart might just have skipped a few beats in response to the smile he just placed on Adam's lips.
"So are you baby," Adam responds, reaching to pull Tommy closer, "c'mere."
Tommy shifts until he is pressed against Adam, tilting his head up for a quick kiss before he rests his head on Adam's chest, draping one arm and one leg over Adam as Adam holds him close. Yes, he really fucking loves Amsterdam, he thinks before he drifts off.
Part: 2/2
Author:
glambrosiah Genre: Slash
Pairing: Adam Lambert/ TommyJoe Ratliff
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Drug references (weed), bottom!Adam
Word Count: 1611
Summary: Amsterdam post-show hotelroom fun!
Author's Note: Erm, I'm sorry it took me forever to post part 2. Partly I was busy, partly my muses were being difficult.
The cold night air had sobered them up just a little before they arrived at the hotel; the high having settled to a rather pleasant haze. They were both sort of mellow as they showered together, washing each other and letting hands, lips and tongues tease wet skin. By the time they were drying each other off they were both hard and horny again, neither of them wasting any time in getting to bed.
They continued as they had in the shower for a while, all lazy kisses and touches, enjoying their moment away from cameras, fans and responsibilities the way they always did. It was blissful to have a chunk of time all to themselves, and the privacy of a hotel room.
"I fucking love Amsterdam, man." Tommy said eventually. He was sure there were reasons for that, but he wasn't in a state of mind where you need reasons for declaring your love for anything you felt like.
Adam chuckled beside him, pulling back a little and brushing Tommy's hair away from his eyes. "Me too." He offered with a lazy smile, leaning in again to peck Tommy's nose, making both of them giggle.
Adam liked the sound of Tommy's giggling so it was only natural that he was suddenly on top of Tommy, pinning his hands down with one hand and using the other to relentlessly tickle Tommy's side. Tommy squirmed underneath him, laughing whilst trying to pout in protest, managing to break his hands free so he could give back as good as he got.
Tommy gets a hand into one Adam's armpits after a while, effectively rendering Adam useless, taking the opportunity to push Adam over an straddling him. Once he has Adam beneath him, he stops tickling.
"I win."
Adam grins up at him, not even interested in objecting. "So you do."
"I'm still a little mad at you, by the way."
"Oh?" Adam crocks an eyebrow, "I thought I made up for that?"
Tommy shakes his head, and Adam catches the momentary smirk before Tommy slides forward, laying down on top of Adam.
"Nope. But you could make it up to me now?"
Adam doesn't answer, at least not verbally, but he thrusts his hips upward to meet Tommy's as Tommy lick and sucks a small mark into his collarbone. His right arm wraps around Tommy, pulling him down, closer, and he sighs into Tommy's mouth when Tommy kisses him. Tommy smiles against his lips, knowing that Adam is silently telling him that he can do whatever he wants, and he is so going to take full advantage of that.
Tommy keeps up the soft kissing, his fingers running through Adam's hair, over his face and neck, down to his shoulders and arms. Adam relaxes beneath him, becoming totally pliant, and when Tommy pulls back Adam's eyes are clouded with more than just the effects of the weed. Tommy smiles at him and Adam's responding smile is somewhat lopsided, which makes Tommy reach out to run his fingers over Adam's cheek.
"You're so beautiful," Tommy murmurs, not even thinking about the words before they spill out of his mouth. He has never been one for sweet-talk and romantic crap; or well, more like he has never been good at it rather than being opposed to it. But there is something about those moments when he has Adam like this that makes it all come so easily. Because this Adam, completely naked and vulnerable beneath him, is his Adam. The man beneath all that glitter and leather and makeup, the person underneath the mask that very few people get to see. And it makes Tommy feel special and lucky that Adam trusts him enough to be like this with him, and that seems to unlock a sappy side that Tommy didn't even know he had.
Adam blinks up at him, still smiling, feeling far too relaxed and hazy to make a response but knowing he doesn't need to. Words are superfluous between them at times like this, really, and Adam has always thought that love is better expressed through actions anyway.
Tommy pecks Adam's lips quickly before sliding down a bit, kissing his way across Adam's chest, pausing at each nipple, using his teeth and tongue to tease them into little hard nubs. Adam arches up against him, one of his hands coming to rest on Tommy's head, fingers gently tangling in blonde hair.
Tommy continues down Adam's stomach, taking his time, licking and kissing the freckled skin. Chuckling softly as Adam whines and pulls at his hair to urge him on.
"You're always so damn impatient," Tommy says, sitting back, hands splayed on Adam's chest.
"You're always such a fucking tease," Adam bites back.
Tommy snorts, reaching for the lube and a condom. "You know you love it."
"Never said I di- fuck Tommy!"
Tommy shrugs with feigned innocence as he continues pushing two fingers into Adam. "Sorry. Thought you wanted me to hurry up."
Adam only responds with a low groan. Tommy moves in between Adam's legs, bending down to blow hot breath on Adam's cock, loving the way Adam jerks in response. He splays his free hand on Adam's hip to keep him still before he wraps his lips around Adam's head. Adam mumbles something incoherent, his fingers curling tighter in Tommy's hair, just on the edge of being painful.
Tommy flattens his tongue against Adam's length, teasing, easily finding all the right spots. He pushes a third finger in as Adam arches up from the bed, humming softly as Adam groans.
"Please," Adam whines as Tommy curls his fingers to hit that spot, "God Tommy, just fuck me already."
Tommy releases Adam's cock with a little pop, looking up at Adam through his fringe, smirking. "Always so fucking bossy," he says, twisting his fingers to make Adam whine and writhe again. He really fucking loves this game, loves the fact that he can make Adam come apart so easily behind closed doors, because the Adam everyone else sees always seems so in control.
"Please..." Adam whispers again, voice hoarse and broken as he stares at Tommy through half lidded eyes.
"I got you," Tommy soothes as he pulls his fingers out, rubbing one hand on Adam's thigh as he tears the condom packet open with his teeth.
"How do you want it?" Tommy asks as he rolls the condom on, eyes trained on Adam's flushed face, on the messy hair and the swollen lips, thinking that this is seriously when Adam is at his most beautiful. If only the fans that raved about Adam crawling around on stage could see this... but they can't, and of course Tommy wouldn't want them to. Because Adam like this is just for him.
"Just like this," Adam replies, parting his legs more as he pulls them up towards his chest, as if Tommy needs further invitation.
Tommy smiles at him, moving into position, letting Adam's legs rest against his shoulders. He kisses Adam as he pushes in, their moans mingling in the air that's passing between them, the kiss slow and gentle until Tommy bottoms out inside Adam and pulls away to bury his face in the crook of Adam neck.
"Oh fuck Adam," he mumbles against Adam's neck, nipping at the skin to leave a small mark.
Adam makes a responding noise, incoherent as Tommy starts trusting, arms wrapping around Tommy to pull him impossibly close. Most of Tommy's weight is resting against him now and he loves it, loves the way that weight holds him captive.
"Harder," Adam pants, turning his head so his lips brush Tommy's head, searching for another kiss as Tommy quickens the pace.
Tommy lifts his head so he can oblige Adam, tongue pushing past Adam's parted lips, the kiss much more heated and forceful this time. Adam swallows Tommy's cries as he comes, with Adam following not far behind even though neither of them is touching him.
Adam rolls them over, groaning when Tommy slides out of him. He places a kiss on Tommy's forehead and Tommy watches him as he removes the condom from Tommy, tossing it in the bin beside the bed before using one of their towels the wipe them off. Adam would bitch about how Tommy really should be the one to clean up when he tops, he wouldn't have hesitated to do it with anyone else, but he learnt pretty quickly that Tommy is always languid after coming and there really is no use expecting him to do anything. And Adam wouldn't have it any other way, because it's one of those things that makes Tommy his Tommy.
Adam turns to turn the light off before he pulls the comforter over them. Tommy rolls a little closer, still staying far enough away that he can look at Adam's face in the moonlight.
"You really are beautiful," Tommy says, and maybe it's because there is still that slight haze from the weed, or maybe his brain is working funny after the sex, or perhaps by some miracle he is actually getting better at this whole romance thing; either way he means what he says and his heart might just have skipped a few beats in response to the smile he just placed on Adam's lips.
"So are you baby," Adam responds, reaching to pull Tommy closer, "c'mere."
Tommy shifts until he is pressed against Adam, tilting his head up for a quick kiss before he rests his head on Adam's chest, draping one arm and one leg over Adam as Adam holds him close. Yes, he really fucking loves Amsterdam, he thinks before he drifts off.
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Date: 2010-12-05 08:13 pm (UTC)One suggestion? Maybe link Part 1 in this fic and link Part 2 in the first one, just so future readers and rereaders will be able to find both chapters easily.
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Date: 2010-12-05 10:42 pm (UTC)Yes I'm going to go through the fics I've posted so far and link parts together as well as make a fic masterlist, I just haven't got around to it yet. I'll try to sort it this week.