The Friday Night Delight
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pyrosgfTitle: The Friday Night Delight
Author: pyrosgf
Pairing: Adommy
Wordcount: 2754
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mentions of previous abuse/rape in this series if you’re trigger-happy skip it.
Disclaimer: Nope I don’t own them. Don’t claim it ever happened and all that jazz.
Notes: This is another fic in The Fallen ‘verse inspired by Wrestlemania of all things. This one is pretty tame compared to the first two fics. We are dropping in on Adam during one of his few nights alone or so he thinks. Also blaming bits and pieces of this on my most awesome friend and beta![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
scorpio_15, she’s also a horrible influence on my already wicked mind.
Beta:scorpio_15.
PS If you want to check out all the other American Idol fics that I have somehow written without realizing just how many. I’ve compiled a master list, which you can find here.
Alone. It isn’t something he’s accustomed to much anymore especially on a Friday night, but Adam knows Tommy needs freedom and his own friends. If it happens to leave him channel surfing on said night while Tommy is out with Casey, so be it. Socially they’re both a good influence on one another having shared a similar traumatic experience, so Adam is really happy that Tommy has found such an awesome friend.
As he flicks from one channel to the next, Adam can’t help but zone out until the image of a beautiful male body catches his eye. WWE Smackdown, yeah not exactly his programming of choice, but this guy is gorgeous. He focuses all of his attentions onto that delicious, dark-haired man. “The Friday Night Delight, The Shaman of Sexy, John Morrison!” the announcer calls out. Delight indeed, Adam thinks to himself, watching John strut down the ramp with abs rippling and bedazzled to enhance his six pack.
He licks his lips as John crawls into the ring and drops the coat. Oh yeah, that is definitely a beautiful specimen of a man and judging by Adam’s hardening cock, his body is in full agreement.
Adam can’t remember the last time he’d been aroused by something so cliché but when John locks up with his opponent, he feels his cock twitch. He knows that Tommy won’t be home for a couple more hours yet, so he drops his pajama bottoms, closes his eyes, and lets himself be drawn into the fantasy.
Adam runs his fingers through the dark chestnut strands of the older man kneeling between his spread thighs. John’s blue eyes glitter with mischief, his pink tongue slipping between plump lips to lick Adam’s cock.
“Mr. Shaman of Sexy, suck me,” Adam says, rubbing the head of his cock over John’s lips, the trail of wetness making them shimmer slightly as they open to eagerly devour Adam’s length.
His head lulls back as his own spit-slicked hand spreads the fluid leaking from his cock, the fantasy so vivid in his mind.
Adam watches, eyes heavy and lidded. Definitely a pro cocksucker, but he’s shocked when John’s finger traces his lip. What the hell? The finger prods until Adam opens his mouth and accepts the offered finger. He licks and sucks the digit until the gorgeous creature between his thighs pulls away, and when he feels that same slick finger at his entrance, he shivers.
The idea isn’t unwelcome, but this is the first time he can remember fantasizing about a man fingering him. Adam shrugs to himself and sucks one of his own fingers between his lips, replacing fantasy with reality, getting it nice and wet. When he’s satisfied he runs it down his chest, a small trail of wetness left in its wake until that finger is running over his balls, searching until it finds its destination.
Slowly, so slowly, Adam circles his opening and the overwhelming sensation makes him gasp, makes him grip his cock tight with his other hand. The wrestler is completely forgotten as he becomes fascinated by his own body and gently eases his finger past the tight ring of muscle. Adam tenses suddenly, the images of his last trick flitting through his mind. He’d been a gentle man and paid well, but the emotion hit Adam all the same, an overwhelming fear for his safety. This is the first time he’s had anything inside him since that night.
“Adam?” The soft voice brings him from his reverie and he feels silly for being scared. “Adam?” Tommy’s voice is closer this time and it’s then Adam realizes how this must look, but by that time his lover is standing at the end of the couch looking at him with a knowing smirk.
“Morrison, huh?” Tommy asks, glancing at the screen.
Adam flushes with embarrassment but nods, not really wanting to own up to the truth of his last several thoughts. Fears, his mind corrects him. Tommy kneels between his thighs with a soft smile and curiosity written all over his face. Adam gently removes the finger, still only up to his first knuckle, from his ass. Wordlessly a question passes between them.
“Yes,” Adam answers softly in response, not wanting to think about what he’d just agreed to. Maybe it’s time. Tommy knows your past and he won’t hurt you. You offered this to him the night you gave him the dove. Why is this any different? Because you fantasized about it? Tommy quickly sheds his clothing and returns to his spot between Adam’s spread legs. He must see the emotions and worry passing over Adam’s face because he hesitates. Adam grips the back of Tommy’s neck and pulls him up for a sensual kiss, more to reassure his own nerves than Tommy’s. When he releases him the elfish man engulfs Adam much like fantasy Morrison, but this time warm wet heat actually encases his length, and he runs a finger through Tommy’s ebony fringe.
He relaxes a fraction with each pulse of pleasure that seeps through him as Tommy’s mouth works him slow and sweet. This is familiar, Adam, you know this feeling. His body sizzles with the heat coiling tight in his belly and he moans soft, unintelligible sounds of encouragement while twinning his fingers in Tommy’s hair. Adam blinks and when his eyes focus again, he’s drowning in orbs of chocolate. Tommy pulls away, lips the color of cherry lip-gloss and swollen. “You’re beautiful,” Adam purrs, using his grip in Tommy’s hair to pull him up into another lingering kiss. This isn’t about nerves; this is pure heat and passion and they absorb every essence of each other between searching lips and seeking tongues. Time is lost to them and when they finally part they’re both panting and gasping for air, their eyes locked on one another.
Silently Tommy finds his feet and Adam watches his nude form strut toward their room. He turns with a sinful smile and crooks a finger at Adam before bounding up the stairs.
“Oh I see how it is,” Adam calls after him as he stands on wobbly legs and kicks his feet out of his sleep pants where they’d puddle around his ankles. When freed of the pants, Adam follows the path the minx had taken until his eyes are filled with the vision of his gorgeous lover perched on the bed, cock in hand, waiting for him.
“Adam?” Tommy questions softly, waiting until their eyes lock to continue. “Are you sure? I mean I know you’ve not… since… yeah well I want you to be okay.”
“Yes.” Adam’s voice is equally quiet. “I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather experience this with. You know how I’m feeling right now, you know from your own experience. I know you won’t hurt me, but it doesn’t make this any less nerve-racking for me,” Adam whispers as he climbs onto the bed and settles onto his back, legs spread and bent at the knees. “Just go slow,” he adds softly before shutting his eyes and taking a deep breath.
He feels weight shift on the bed and hears the nightstand open, Tommy undoubtedly shuffling through it for supplies for their adventure. The familiar noise soothes Adam’s frayed nerves slightly, but when he feels the smaller man sink into place between his knees he unconsciously holds his breath in anticipation. For what he isn’t sure, but when a small touch lands gently on his knee Adam jumps a little, only calming when Tommy’s hand runs soothingly down his thigh.
“Adam.” The soft sound causes his eyes to flutter open and he has to admit that the sight of Tommy with one hand wrapped around a bottle of lube is slightly sinful. “Ahh there, I want you to watch me baby. I want you to see how beautiful you are.” The last words come in an aroused sigh Adam knows well. Tommy shifts on the bed again. His feet hit the floor and when the teeny man starts shimmying the huge full-length mirror toward the bed, Adam has to bite his lip to keep from laughing at the perfectly unusual sight. It’s not often that you see such a petite man maneuvering something that large, unless it’s my cock. A small giggle slips through Adam’s lips. Tommy quirks his brow in question, but Adam just shakes his head and rolls out of the bed to help the smaller man place the mirror at the foot of their bed.
“I want you to watch yourself, and I also want you to see what you do to me.” Tommy’s voice is thick with arousal and it motivates Adam. He scrambles back onto the bed, settling onto his hands and knees and facing the mirror.
“This would probably be a better position don’t you think?” Adam asks with a smirk as he bows his back, presenting himself to Tommy, all nervousness suddenly forgotten.
“Slow,” Tommy reminds himself as he climbs onto the bed and finds Adam’s eyes in the mirror. Tommy’s hands roam Adam’s back down to his ass, squeezing those gorgeous globes, and Adam tenses just slightly with the click of the lube being opened. “Nah nah,” Tommy barks, almost as if he were correcting a puppy chewing up a shoe. “None of that, baby…relax, breathe. You know if you tense it will be worse.”
Oh Adam remembers it all to well as his mind flutters over the countless tricks that’d given him their fingers or cocks before he had relaxed. He shakes his head, letting the memories fall away and locks his eyes on Tommy’s reflection.
“Okay?” Tommy asks.
Adam breathes in and out slowly, finding the center of his world in the mirror smiling back at him. “Yes,” he says in a low voice and he nods. The next part comes as a surprise when Tommy’s slick fingers loop around his length, his thumb brushing awkwardly over the head for a moment before moving on to Adam’s balls. When he drops his head to watch Tommy it is an interesting sight, Tommy’s hand working between his legs. Those delicious fingers clutch his balls just enough to make him whine in protest when they move on to press and toy with his perineum. Adam is grateful Tommy can read him so well; when the fingers brush slick circles around his hole, his body turns to Jell-o.
He watches the look of concentration on Tommy’s face in the mirror. Tommy’s fingers still and for a fraction of a second Adam waits for pressure, but then his eyes widen, nearly bugging out of his head as the slick, soft, wetness of Tommy’s licking tongue melts his brain.
“Mmph… Tommy… Tommy please…” he pleads, his fingers locking into the bed-sheet and he falls into incoherency when Tommy uses that deviously pointed tongue to fuck him in exactly the way he was begging for. He didn’t know he could want something this much, but it is a new level of sensation, heightened when a clever hand brushes his cock once more. With each thrust of Tommy’s tongue Adam can feel his body loosen and accept it more freely and when Tommy’s face appears in the mirror again to smile at him, the only thing he can think is how lucky he is. Tommy is the best thing in his life and for that he is thankful. Those thoughts fall away in a haze of mixed feelings when a slick finger runs over his entrance once more. Adam feels safe, but some part of him still panics and his breath starts coming in short pants.
“Look at me, Adam.” Tommy’s voice is commanding and Adam meets his gaze in the mirror. “Deep breath, I’m gonna take it slow.”
He inhales an unsteadily, his eyes locked on Tommy’s, and he feels the press of the smaller man’s finger at his entrance. For a moment there’s a sharp burn and then Tommy’s finger slips inside. Adam’s eyes fall shut as every part of him accepts the invasion, each moment creating a new and comforting memory in his mind. “Mmm.” The moan comes on a shaky breath as Adam presses back onto Tommy’s finger.
Tommy leans over to Adam’s ear and breathes, “that’s it baby. See? Feels so good. Watch how beautiful you are.” Adam feels Tommy’s finger crook, those brown eyes focused on his face, and then his finger hits that spot and Adam’s face melts into pleasure. Each thrust makes Adam whimper and just when he starts to feels like putty, Tommy adds a second finger. Slow and sweet, Adam enjoys the lull of security and comfort Tommy brings with his free hand brushing soft circles into Adam’s back. Each gentle thrust of those fingers brings Adam closer to loosening the knots of fear in his heart.
When Tommy finally has three fingers into him, Adam is sure it can’t get any better. His face is flushed and he can see the lusty fog in his own eyes, but it’s the reflection of his lover that makes him whine for more. Tommy’s eyes are pools of molten heat that threaten to scorch him. “Please… more,” Adam chokes out, his pleads to the man in the mirror making Tommy shiver.
Adam groans when Tommy’s fingers pull out of him; he feels open and empty, but the sound of the condom wrapper brings a whole new level of anticipation to his body. He trembles when Tommy finally lines his cock up to his entrance, and that gentle hand on his back soothes him. A slow push and Tommy’s cock slips inside and instead of panic he feels bliss. Tommy whines out low and slow, and Adam shivers at the look on the older man’s face. Tommy’s pupils are blown, his face tense with his efforts to hold back, but when Adam pushes back to sink down on his cock, Adam watches his face go lax with pleasure.
“Perfect… so perfect,” Tommy sighs, his smaller form leaning against Adam’s back, holding him close as his hand slips around to Adam’s thick length. Tommy’s hips roll into him and Adam shifts slightly, each thrust now hitting his sweet spot. A slow sensual rhythm ensues, moving in perfect harmony. Moans and gasps fill the room, the sound of slick skin meeting, and Adam feels overwhelmed by it all.
“Please, harder,” he whimpers because he needs to feel this, to remember it in the morning. This has to replace those experiences on the street. Adam can feel his heart mending. The past has never haunted him, but at the same time he’s never come to terms with his time as a hooker. Tonight he is and he needed proof of it in the morning.
The thrusts become sharper, faster. Tommy’s fingers rake down his back and he sees red welts form on his skin. “Again, mark me, please,” Adam begs, his voice ragged with emotions. He watches Tommy stretch his small body to its limit, reaching to sink his teeth into Adam’s shoulder. The bite is followed with a hard thrust into Adam’s prostate and Tommy’s hand tightens on Adam’s cock. It’s all too much and Adam sees himself tip over the edge and fall into oblivion, his seed spilling over Tommy’s hand and the sheets.
When he comes back down Tommy is still thrusting, but Adam can see that he’s about to fall apart. Tommy’s hips falter and those beautiful puffy lips fall open as a broken cry escapes that sounds a lot like ‘Adam.’ His heart swells in his chest, finally feeling free of the demons when Tommy’s eyes meet his once again.
He’s in love with the man in the mirror, and there isn’t a thing in the world he wants more than to spend every last breath making him happy. As he feels Tommy pull out, Adam is sure that’s just what he’s going to do.
…
After a wobbly trip to the bathroom to clean up they collapse back into their sweaty sheets. They curl into one another, Tommy’s face nuzzling into Adam’s neck, and the world is right.
“Thank you,” Adam whispers, listening to Tommy’s breath slow down. “I love you.” For several moments the room is quiet and Adam’s sure that he’s lost Tommy to the sandman until a soft voice whispers, “I love you too, Adam.”
Adam smiles as sleep draws him under and he wraps his arms around the best thing in his life.
And this is the end.
Author: pyrosgf
Pairing: Adommy
Wordcount: 2754
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mentions of previous abuse/rape in this series if you’re trigger-happy skip it.
Disclaimer: Nope I don’t own them. Don’t claim it ever happened and all that jazz.
Notes: This is another fic in The Fallen ‘verse inspired by Wrestlemania of all things. This one is pretty tame compared to the first two fics. We are dropping in on Adam during one of his few nights alone or so he thinks. Also blaming bits and pieces of this on my most awesome friend and beta
scorpio_15, she’s also a horrible influence on my already wicked mind.Beta:
scorpio_15.PS If you want to check out all the other American Idol fics that I have somehow written without realizing just how many. I’ve compiled a master list, which you can find here.
Alone. It isn’t something he’s accustomed to much anymore especially on a Friday night, but Adam knows Tommy needs freedom and his own friends. If it happens to leave him channel surfing on said night while Tommy is out with Casey, so be it. Socially they’re both a good influence on one another having shared a similar traumatic experience, so Adam is really happy that Tommy has found such an awesome friend.
As he flicks from one channel to the next, Adam can’t help but zone out until the image of a beautiful male body catches his eye. WWE Smackdown, yeah not exactly his programming of choice, but this guy is gorgeous. He focuses all of his attentions onto that delicious, dark-haired man. “The Friday Night Delight, The Shaman of Sexy, John Morrison!” the announcer calls out. Delight indeed, Adam thinks to himself, watching John strut down the ramp with abs rippling and bedazzled to enhance his six pack.
He licks his lips as John crawls into the ring and drops the coat. Oh yeah, that is definitely a beautiful specimen of a man and judging by Adam’s hardening cock, his body is in full agreement.
Adam can’t remember the last time he’d been aroused by something so cliché but when John locks up with his opponent, he feels his cock twitch. He knows that Tommy won’t be home for a couple more hours yet, so he drops his pajama bottoms, closes his eyes, and lets himself be drawn into the fantasy.
Adam runs his fingers through the dark chestnut strands of the older man kneeling between his spread thighs. John’s blue eyes glitter with mischief, his pink tongue slipping between plump lips to lick Adam’s cock.
“Mr. Shaman of Sexy, suck me,” Adam says, rubbing the head of his cock over John’s lips, the trail of wetness making them shimmer slightly as they open to eagerly devour Adam’s length.
His head lulls back as his own spit-slicked hand spreads the fluid leaking from his cock, the fantasy so vivid in his mind.
Adam watches, eyes heavy and lidded. Definitely a pro cocksucker, but he’s shocked when John’s finger traces his lip. What the hell? The finger prods until Adam opens his mouth and accepts the offered finger. He licks and sucks the digit until the gorgeous creature between his thighs pulls away, and when he feels that same slick finger at his entrance, he shivers.
The idea isn’t unwelcome, but this is the first time he can remember fantasizing about a man fingering him. Adam shrugs to himself and sucks one of his own fingers between his lips, replacing fantasy with reality, getting it nice and wet. When he’s satisfied he runs it down his chest, a small trail of wetness left in its wake until that finger is running over his balls, searching until it finds its destination.
Slowly, so slowly, Adam circles his opening and the overwhelming sensation makes him gasp, makes him grip his cock tight with his other hand. The wrestler is completely forgotten as he becomes fascinated by his own body and gently eases his finger past the tight ring of muscle. Adam tenses suddenly, the images of his last trick flitting through his mind. He’d been a gentle man and paid well, but the emotion hit Adam all the same, an overwhelming fear for his safety. This is the first time he’s had anything inside him since that night.
“Adam?” The soft voice brings him from his reverie and he feels silly for being scared. “Adam?” Tommy’s voice is closer this time and it’s then Adam realizes how this must look, but by that time his lover is standing at the end of the couch looking at him with a knowing smirk.
“Morrison, huh?” Tommy asks, glancing at the screen.
Adam flushes with embarrassment but nods, not really wanting to own up to the truth of his last several thoughts. Fears, his mind corrects him. Tommy kneels between his thighs with a soft smile and curiosity written all over his face. Adam gently removes the finger, still only up to his first knuckle, from his ass. Wordlessly a question passes between them.
“Yes,” Adam answers softly in response, not wanting to think about what he’d just agreed to. Maybe it’s time. Tommy knows your past and he won’t hurt you. You offered this to him the night you gave him the dove. Why is this any different? Because you fantasized about it? Tommy quickly sheds his clothing and returns to his spot between Adam’s spread legs. He must see the emotions and worry passing over Adam’s face because he hesitates. Adam grips the back of Tommy’s neck and pulls him up for a sensual kiss, more to reassure his own nerves than Tommy’s. When he releases him the elfish man engulfs Adam much like fantasy Morrison, but this time warm wet heat actually encases his length, and he runs a finger through Tommy’s ebony fringe.
He relaxes a fraction with each pulse of pleasure that seeps through him as Tommy’s mouth works him slow and sweet. This is familiar, Adam, you know this feeling. His body sizzles with the heat coiling tight in his belly and he moans soft, unintelligible sounds of encouragement while twinning his fingers in Tommy’s hair. Adam blinks and when his eyes focus again, he’s drowning in orbs of chocolate. Tommy pulls away, lips the color of cherry lip-gloss and swollen. “You’re beautiful,” Adam purrs, using his grip in Tommy’s hair to pull him up into another lingering kiss. This isn’t about nerves; this is pure heat and passion and they absorb every essence of each other between searching lips and seeking tongues. Time is lost to them and when they finally part they’re both panting and gasping for air, their eyes locked on one another.
Silently Tommy finds his feet and Adam watches his nude form strut toward their room. He turns with a sinful smile and crooks a finger at Adam before bounding up the stairs.
“Oh I see how it is,” Adam calls after him as he stands on wobbly legs and kicks his feet out of his sleep pants where they’d puddle around his ankles. When freed of the pants, Adam follows the path the minx had taken until his eyes are filled with the vision of his gorgeous lover perched on the bed, cock in hand, waiting for him.
“Adam?” Tommy questions softly, waiting until their eyes lock to continue. “Are you sure? I mean I know you’ve not… since… yeah well I want you to be okay.”
“Yes.” Adam’s voice is equally quiet. “I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather experience this with. You know how I’m feeling right now, you know from your own experience. I know you won’t hurt me, but it doesn’t make this any less nerve-racking for me,” Adam whispers as he climbs onto the bed and settles onto his back, legs spread and bent at the knees. “Just go slow,” he adds softly before shutting his eyes and taking a deep breath.
He feels weight shift on the bed and hears the nightstand open, Tommy undoubtedly shuffling through it for supplies for their adventure. The familiar noise soothes Adam’s frayed nerves slightly, but when he feels the smaller man sink into place between his knees he unconsciously holds his breath in anticipation. For what he isn’t sure, but when a small touch lands gently on his knee Adam jumps a little, only calming when Tommy’s hand runs soothingly down his thigh.
“Adam.” The soft sound causes his eyes to flutter open and he has to admit that the sight of Tommy with one hand wrapped around a bottle of lube is slightly sinful. “Ahh there, I want you to watch me baby. I want you to see how beautiful you are.” The last words come in an aroused sigh Adam knows well. Tommy shifts on the bed again. His feet hit the floor and when the teeny man starts shimmying the huge full-length mirror toward the bed, Adam has to bite his lip to keep from laughing at the perfectly unusual sight. It’s not often that you see such a petite man maneuvering something that large, unless it’s my cock. A small giggle slips through Adam’s lips. Tommy quirks his brow in question, but Adam just shakes his head and rolls out of the bed to help the smaller man place the mirror at the foot of their bed.
“I want you to watch yourself, and I also want you to see what you do to me.” Tommy’s voice is thick with arousal and it motivates Adam. He scrambles back onto the bed, settling onto his hands and knees and facing the mirror.
“This would probably be a better position don’t you think?” Adam asks with a smirk as he bows his back, presenting himself to Tommy, all nervousness suddenly forgotten.
“Slow,” Tommy reminds himself as he climbs onto the bed and finds Adam’s eyes in the mirror. Tommy’s hands roam Adam’s back down to his ass, squeezing those gorgeous globes, and Adam tenses just slightly with the click of the lube being opened. “Nah nah,” Tommy barks, almost as if he were correcting a puppy chewing up a shoe. “None of that, baby…relax, breathe. You know if you tense it will be worse.”
Oh Adam remembers it all to well as his mind flutters over the countless tricks that’d given him their fingers or cocks before he had relaxed. He shakes his head, letting the memories fall away and locks his eyes on Tommy’s reflection.
“Okay?” Tommy asks.
Adam breathes in and out slowly, finding the center of his world in the mirror smiling back at him. “Yes,” he says in a low voice and he nods. The next part comes as a surprise when Tommy’s slick fingers loop around his length, his thumb brushing awkwardly over the head for a moment before moving on to Adam’s balls. When he drops his head to watch Tommy it is an interesting sight, Tommy’s hand working between his legs. Those delicious fingers clutch his balls just enough to make him whine in protest when they move on to press and toy with his perineum. Adam is grateful Tommy can read him so well; when the fingers brush slick circles around his hole, his body turns to Jell-o.
He watches the look of concentration on Tommy’s face in the mirror. Tommy’s fingers still and for a fraction of a second Adam waits for pressure, but then his eyes widen, nearly bugging out of his head as the slick, soft, wetness of Tommy’s licking tongue melts his brain.
“Mmph… Tommy… Tommy please…” he pleads, his fingers locking into the bed-sheet and he falls into incoherency when Tommy uses that deviously pointed tongue to fuck him in exactly the way he was begging for. He didn’t know he could want something this much, but it is a new level of sensation, heightened when a clever hand brushes his cock once more. With each thrust of Tommy’s tongue Adam can feel his body loosen and accept it more freely and when Tommy’s face appears in the mirror again to smile at him, the only thing he can think is how lucky he is. Tommy is the best thing in his life and for that he is thankful. Those thoughts fall away in a haze of mixed feelings when a slick finger runs over his entrance once more. Adam feels safe, but some part of him still panics and his breath starts coming in short pants.
“Look at me, Adam.” Tommy’s voice is commanding and Adam meets his gaze in the mirror. “Deep breath, I’m gonna take it slow.”
He inhales an unsteadily, his eyes locked on Tommy’s, and he feels the press of the smaller man’s finger at his entrance. For a moment there’s a sharp burn and then Tommy’s finger slips inside. Adam’s eyes fall shut as every part of him accepts the invasion, each moment creating a new and comforting memory in his mind. “Mmm.” The moan comes on a shaky breath as Adam presses back onto Tommy’s finger.
Tommy leans over to Adam’s ear and breathes, “that’s it baby. See? Feels so good. Watch how beautiful you are.” Adam feels Tommy’s finger crook, those brown eyes focused on his face, and then his finger hits that spot and Adam’s face melts into pleasure. Each thrust makes Adam whimper and just when he starts to feels like putty, Tommy adds a second finger. Slow and sweet, Adam enjoys the lull of security and comfort Tommy brings with his free hand brushing soft circles into Adam’s back. Each gentle thrust of those fingers brings Adam closer to loosening the knots of fear in his heart.
When Tommy finally has three fingers into him, Adam is sure it can’t get any better. His face is flushed and he can see the lusty fog in his own eyes, but it’s the reflection of his lover that makes him whine for more. Tommy’s eyes are pools of molten heat that threaten to scorch him. “Please… more,” Adam chokes out, his pleads to the man in the mirror making Tommy shiver.
Adam groans when Tommy’s fingers pull out of him; he feels open and empty, but the sound of the condom wrapper brings a whole new level of anticipation to his body. He trembles when Tommy finally lines his cock up to his entrance, and that gentle hand on his back soothes him. A slow push and Tommy’s cock slips inside and instead of panic he feels bliss. Tommy whines out low and slow, and Adam shivers at the look on the older man’s face. Tommy’s pupils are blown, his face tense with his efforts to hold back, but when Adam pushes back to sink down on his cock, Adam watches his face go lax with pleasure.
“Perfect… so perfect,” Tommy sighs, his smaller form leaning against Adam’s back, holding him close as his hand slips around to Adam’s thick length. Tommy’s hips roll into him and Adam shifts slightly, each thrust now hitting his sweet spot. A slow sensual rhythm ensues, moving in perfect harmony. Moans and gasps fill the room, the sound of slick skin meeting, and Adam feels overwhelmed by it all.
“Please, harder,” he whimpers because he needs to feel this, to remember it in the morning. This has to replace those experiences on the street. Adam can feel his heart mending. The past has never haunted him, but at the same time he’s never come to terms with his time as a hooker. Tonight he is and he needed proof of it in the morning.
The thrusts become sharper, faster. Tommy’s fingers rake down his back and he sees red welts form on his skin. “Again, mark me, please,” Adam begs, his voice ragged with emotions. He watches Tommy stretch his small body to its limit, reaching to sink his teeth into Adam’s shoulder. The bite is followed with a hard thrust into Adam’s prostate and Tommy’s hand tightens on Adam’s cock. It’s all too much and Adam sees himself tip over the edge and fall into oblivion, his seed spilling over Tommy’s hand and the sheets.
When he comes back down Tommy is still thrusting, but Adam can see that he’s about to fall apart. Tommy’s hips falter and those beautiful puffy lips fall open as a broken cry escapes that sounds a lot like ‘Adam.’ His heart swells in his chest, finally feeling free of the demons when Tommy’s eyes meet his once again.
He’s in love with the man in the mirror, and there isn’t a thing in the world he wants more than to spend every last breath making him happy. As he feels Tommy pull out, Adam is sure that’s just what he’s going to do.
…
After a wobbly trip to the bathroom to clean up they collapse back into their sweaty sheets. They curl into one another, Tommy’s face nuzzling into Adam’s neck, and the world is right.
“Thank you,” Adam whispers, listening to Tommy’s breath slow down. “I love you.” For several moments the room is quiet and Adam’s sure that he’s lost Tommy to the sandman until a soft voice whispers, “I love you too, Adam.”
Adam smiles as sleep draws him under and he wraps his arms around the best thing in his life.
And this is the end.
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Date: 2010-04-08 07:30 pm (UTC)So hot, so amazing. Beautifully paced story.
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Date: 2010-04-08 11:42 pm (UTC)perfect.
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Date: 2010-04-09 07:54 pm (UTC)even though i found it late, thank you so much for this
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Date: 2010-04-09 10:14 pm (UTC)I like that they healed each other and made themselves whole again.
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Date: 2010-04-10 04:59 am (UTC)~love you, amanda <3
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Date: 2010-04-10 05:57 am (UTC)Love,
Pyro
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Date: 2010-04-10 06:26 am (UTC)Oh yeah and also the whole tongue thing made me die a little. UNF.
This is probably one of my most favorite series on LJ <3
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Date: 2010-04-10 07:55 am (UTC)Thanks for sticking with it through my weird warnings and all.
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Date: 2010-04-10 06:09 pm (UTC)Very glad you chose to share this with us. Beautiful bb, just beautiful!
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Date: 2010-04-10 06:32 pm (UTC)I'm very happy you enjoyed the ride.
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Date: 2010-04-13 07:17 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-04-27 05:57 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-04-27 06:39 am (UTC)I will be posting again soon but I'm glad to see you enjoyed the end.
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Date: 2010-04-28 08:22 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-09-20 08:07 pm (UTC)Thank you so much for the link.
I loved it all...so raw and disarming.
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