ATU 1/7 Chasing Your Starlight
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pyrosgfTitle: Across The Universe 1/7
Part 1: Chasing Your Starlight
Author: pyrosgf
Pairing: Lambliff
Wordcount: 2863
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mpreg If it’s not your cup of tea scroll., aliens, sexing, and weirdness. Also this is NOT meant to be a crack fic, so if you’re looking for crack you might wanna go somewhere else. Later chapters will be in rather graphic detail.
Disclaimer: Nope I don’t own them. Don’t claim it ever happened and all that jazz.
Notes: I’ve been toying with the idea of writing a serious mpreg for many years and it wasn’t until the time of Lambliff that inspiration hit me in which to do so. This is a story of how alien Tommy discovers and copes with a pregnancy with Adam.
Special Note:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
scorpio_15, mirbabe, and tommyglitter, thank you girls for the feedback and constant support. I couldn’t have done this without you.
Beta:scorpio_15.
Five years earlier:
When he’d landed on Earth and saw its inhabitants, to say he was unimpressed would have been an understatement. Plain faces, plain names, and plain or just plain bad music, but for whatever unknown reason he’d felt drawn to this planet. The years had taught him to follow his gut and so albeit a tad reluctantly, he honed his image device with a look similar to the humans.
Men from this planet were so unsightly that even though he was male he’d chosen the image he projected to others to be slightly more like the females of Earth; short in stature, smooth baby-face, cupid-bow lips, and eyes the color of what he’d come to know of as chocolate in his research. A sweeping fringe of blonde hair over his eyes and the look was more or less acceptable and wouldn’t scare the humans, he hoped.
At that point he was sure his own true reflection would send every human in a ten-mile radius wailing in fear, of course unless he ended up in California. He’d come upon California in his studies when searching for a place where humans were known to frequently create shows for their underdeveloped projection devices, televisions. Those things had been a hot commodity on his home planet of Zurran a millennia ago, and to see one in this strange little world would be like finding an antique. Oh well, evolution and all that would eventually bring their tiny brains to discover the error of their ways. In Zurran any form of entertainment you could imagine was placed in a chip that was injected in your arm after birth. It was tiny, only the size of a staple, but through it any wish you dreamed up could be lived out virtually in the comfort of your very own pod, a movie that was projected when you shut your eyes. Eyelids make for a much smaller, more convenient screen.
Enough about that, though. He’d looked into the mirror, wanting to burn the image of his own face into his memory before his image device changed it. His long silver hair flowed down to his ankles, eyes of lavender almost glowed in the night, but perhaps the most striking feature the humans would’ve caught onto was his vibrant fuchsia skin. Yep it was definitely quite noticeable along with the matching feathers that grew in a soft patch, his people’s version of chest hair.
He missed Zurran, with its seven moons the color of crystal blue oceans, the morning sky a rose hue as the lemon yellow sun hung low in the sky. Majestic, but the Zar, his people, no he couldn’t bring himself to miss them. He’d grown up as the outcast, and when he felt the tug of something greater he’d left without looking back.
One final wistful look in the mirror and he’d mentally commanded the image device, and with a flash his reflection became that of a tiny feminine little blonde. Yep this would take getting used to. Thank the heavens in private he could release the projection and just be himself, but for now he was Tommy Ratliff.
Present:
In five years he’d made a life for himself, something even better than he thought was possible. He’d also found the reason he’d been drawn to this weird excuse for a planet in the form of Adam Lambert, up and coming rock star that needed a bassist. Adam was the only human he’d come across that rivaled the beauty of the Zar, and Tommy immediately knew this was his calling.
His audition for Adam’s band was technically the first time he’d picked up a bass in his life, but the Zar also had the ability to acquire any skill they needed for the purpose of work. It was a breeze and he’d been hired on the spot, Adam’s warm arms embracing him, accepting him into the fold.
From there things got tricky. The Zar were known for their bisexual natures, and though Tommy never had a lover back home he found himself drawn to the males of his own species. Apparently Earth was no different. Sadly he’d not discovered this fact until after auditioning for Adam and realizing that Adam was in a relationship with a man. By then Tommy was Adam’s straight bass player, but every fiber in his being was hyperaware of the gorgeous rock star.
For years Tommy watched Adam make googly eyes at Kris, ‘the love of his life,’ but eventually the relationship fell apart and so did Adam.
That had been six months ago. Six glorious months ago Adam showed up at his apartment at four in the morning. When the knock came Tommy was still awake - he didn’t need to sleep more than two hours a night - and so without a thought he threw up his projection. On the other side of the door he found a solemn version of Adam, a man who’d come to his best friend to break, and as Tommy embraced him he could feel Adam’s body racking with sobs.
Being the best friend as it turns out had its advantages, and before long he and Adam were going out to movies or just spending the night in with a bucket of popcorn. It was a slow and easy progression and soon Tommy felt the nag of something very near love for Adam. The feeling bloomed warmth in his chest whenever Adam laughed and it was new and exciting and it was perfect. And when they finally kissed Tommy was sure he’d seen stars, or maybe even the birth of a galaxy.
The slow seduction had lead up to the best night of his life, which was coincidentally about six weeks ago.
Approximately Six Weeks Ago
They had just returned from their tour in Europe the previous night, but Adam faithfully called Tommy first thing that morning to ask him on a date, an actual-fax proper wining and dining date, much to Tommy’s surprise. This unhurried, sweet dance was coming to a peak and in Tommy’s gut he knew that tonight would be the night that Adam would finally ask him to stay over. No, that wasn’t exactly the truth. Through the years he’d spent hundreds of nights in Adam’s guestroom, but he felt like this would be his first in Adam’s bed, in Adam’s arms. Oh sweet heavens, what had he gotten himself into?
Turns out his gut instinct had been right. Wined and dined they had tumbled into Adam’s bed a giggling heap, still slightly buzzed from the alcohol, but more so from the hormones that raced through their system. Somehow the laughter died, their eyes landed on one another and then it became a race to see who could get naked first. The easy pace of their courting drifted out the window as random items of clothing flew through the air until finally they both stood bared to each other. With gazes locked and their feet frozen in place, time slipped away and Adam’s eyes conveyed hunger. When he finally took a step forward closing the distance between them, it was again slow like molasses, almost as if he was afraid to startle his prey.
Feather-light brushes of lips and fingertips were the first sensations that coursed through Tommy’s body. Adam thoroughly invaded his personal space along with every one of his senses; eyes the color of Zurran’s moons stared at him, the sound of soft breath brushed over his skin, the scent of Adam mixed with some heady cologne, and then the tall man devoured his lips once more leaving a flavor that was uniquely Adam.
Adam never uttered a word, just shoved Tommy backwards until his knees hit the bed. Before he knew what hit him, Tommy found himself flat on his back with Adam hovering over him. Gentle, languid kisses swapped between them like they had an eternity to just be with each other. Sometime many minutes, hell for all he knew hours later, Tommy felt the tender sweeping of Adam’s slick finger down the crack of his ass and he nearly fell to pieces. Adam apparently prepared his lovers at the same pace that he kissed because when one finger breached his entrance up to the first knuckle Adam stopped and gave him time to adjust. It was then Tommy remembered that to Adam’s knowledge he was straight. He’d never had a lover on Zurran, but of the few people he’d been close with most of them were male. His curiosity had gotten the best of him back home so he learned how to easily relax his body to his own fingers. He figured practice made perfect and with his mind control abilities it was truly a cinch.
The Zurran were made for sex and with one thought Tommy’s body adjusted to encompass everything Adam had to offer. His human image responded in turn and he shifted his hips to sink easily onto Adam’s finger. “More… please.” The whimper that left him was pleading and Adam quirked an eyebrow down at him. Tommy smirked, “yes, I’ve done this before.” Adam didn’t respond, but quickly added a second finger and soon after a third.
An eternity later Adam’s fingers curled and brushed against Tommy’s sensitive insides on their way out. The sound of a condom being opened was music to his ears and his eyes fluttered, catching bits and pieces of the scene laid out in front of him. Adam’s dark hair product free, framing his freckled cheeks, and each freckle led to another expanse of skin. Tommy soon found himself watching Adam roll the condom down his massive cock.
All this time Adam had been silent, but when he caught Tommy’s eyes he gazed at him like he was thinking about something. After several moments of what looked like an inner struggle, Adam finally opened his mouth. “Tommy, are you sure? I mean I know we’ve been taking it slow… and you… well… I’m not your first man I guess which is kinda news to me… but that’s the past and not my business unless you want it to be… but I guess what I’m trying to say is… will this be weird in the morning… because I can’t lose you as a friend… not now… not ever.”
Tommy’s chest filled with warmth and emotion at those words. Adam truly cared and that meant the world. “Adam, you are the first… I just… yeah in my own time learned how good it felt to be fingered.” The smaller man paused for a moment, thinking over his next words carefully. “But as far as your asking if I’m sure… yes, I’ve been waiting for this moment since the first time I laid eyes on you… I should’ve told you a long time ago, but I’m not that straight… in fact I tend to find men more appealing than women.” Adam’s eyebrows rose and his mouth gaped open slightly. “Don’t get me wrong, being your straight bass player has been awesome, but I would much prefer this, us.” Tommy indicated their nude forms with his hands and smiled genuinely at Adam. “And tomorrow, things will have changed, but that won’t be a bad thing. There will be no awkwardness, just a closeness between us we’ve never had before,” he finished, his eyes watching Adam closely.
Adam appeared to think about it a moment before giving Tommy a devious grin and then spilled lube onto his hand to slick up his latex covered cock. That expression spread further over his features and the wicked one couldn’t resist sliding a slick finger into Tommy once more, feeling and touching while the smaller man writhed beneath him. Satisfied that Tommy was still sufficiently open Adam positioned his body, palms braced on either side of blonde hair, and reached down to align himself with Tommy’s entrance. Tommy shifted impatiently and spread his legs wider to accommodate Adam’s hips. Finally getting the idea Adam hooked an arm at Tommy’s left knee, effectively curling the blonde in on himself. A contented sigh left Tommy’s pursed lips as he settled into his new position, the head of Adam’s dick putting just enough pressure onto his hole to make his own cock throb even more insistently.
“Adam…” Tommy pleaded and Adam finally relented, easing his hips forward until the head of his cock was welcomed into Tommy’s tight heat. “Adam…” His voice was lusty this time; his head straining up to capture Adam’s mouth. His lips were searching and desperate as Adam sunk further inside him. Every particle of Tommy’s being exploded with pleasure when Adam was finally balls deep, moving slightly, not a thrust as much as a gentle nudge and his cock brushed over Tommy’s prostate. Without realizing it Tommy bit down hard on Adam’s lower lip in response to the searing heat that consumed him. The flavor of copper passed between their mouths, their tongues tangling as Adam’s hips rocked in a smooth easy motion into a very responsive Tommy.
Adam pulled back and Tommy’s eyelids fluttered open finally settling half-lidded, pupils blown. He clawed at Adam’s back desperately, overwhelmed by the enormous cock teasing him into oblivion. Adam winced and Tommy felt wetness beneath his nails. He dropped his hands, his grasping fingers leaving bloody prints in the bed sheets. “My pretty Tommy,” Adam sighed, brushing his lips along the smaller mans throat. “So warm and tight around my cock,” he gritted out against Tommy’s collarbone. That was when his thrusts became harder, deeper, and Tommy’s right toes curled into the sheets while he dislodged his left leg from Adam’s shoulder to curl around the larger man’s waist. It effectively slowed Adam’s movement, Tommy’s heel digging into his lower back, halting Adam’s hips completely.
Tommy saw the uncertain look in Adam’s eyes as he held his position. Adam opened his mouth to speak, but was quieted by the shake of Tommy’s head. Tommy’s blonde fringe stuck to his slick forehead and he blew out a breath, disturbing a few of the locks. “I-I just need a minute Adam.”
Adam’s forehead creased with something Tommy now associated with worry. “Do you want to stop? You say the word.” Adam’s gentle fingers brushed the fringe out of his face.
“No, I just… it just… it felt too good. I want us to meet the stars together.” Tommy thought that had made sense, but Adam frowned slightly, his hips twitching of their own accord causing Tommy to moan. “I always thought of an orgasm as a trip into space and this one I want to take with you,” Tommy clarified then loosened his grip on Adam’s waist. “Slow.”
Tommy sighed; the leisurely push and pull of Adam’s cock over his sweet spot was so delicious. He could see how much it took for Adam to keep the gentle rhythm, but together they gradually climbed toward the sky. Adam’s little moans became desperate whimpers when he cradled the smaller man in his arms and shifted their bodies. With a bit of maneuvering he managed to settle Tommy into his lap, chest to chest, without ever pulling out. His hands on Tommy’s hips guided the blonde’s ass as they ground together, and in this position Adam’s cock touched him even deeper. Tommy rested his head on Adam’s shoulder and held on for dear life, and when his dark-haired lover pulled him down hard it was over.
“Adam… Adam, Adam, Adam!” was the mantra from Tommy’s lips as his cock erupted over their stomachs, and by the sharp wails in his ear he was sure Adam, too, had found completion.
“Mmm looks like I was chasing you into the stars,” Adam chuckled, his warm breath tickling Tommy’s ear. Carefully he used his grip on Tommy’s hips to raise the smaller man off his shaft, and at that moment Tommy noticed the creamy white dribble.
“Adam, is that…” he trailed off feeling his stomach hit the floor.
Adam inspected the condom before pulling it off, and then pushed Tommy’s shoulder so that he flopped onto his back. Silently Adam pressed a finger into Tommy and when he withdrew it his face crumbled. “I uhh… yeah I think so… I mean it’s not on my finger… but the condom definitely didn’t hold up.”
Tommy chewed on his lower lip for a moment. “Umm…”
“I just got tested last month and I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone since then.” Adam tried to look reassuring as he threw the condom at the wastebasket beside the bed.
Of course Adam would be worried about STD’s, but that hadn’t even occurred to Tommy. What did cross his mind was the fact that he was probably fucked. “Yeah I’m clean too, no worries right?” he laughed nervously as Adam settled into the sweaty sheets.
“Yeah it’s fine, just an accident, won’t happen again unless, well, unless this relationship… fuck you know what I mean.” Adam grabbed Tommy’s arm and tugged him toward his chest. Tommy curled against the taller man and a million thoughts bombarded his mind as a clueless Adam drifted off to sleep.
ATU 2/7 Aliens and Rainbows
Part 1: Chasing Your Starlight
Author: pyrosgf
Pairing: Lambliff
Wordcount: 2863
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mpreg If it’s not your cup of tea scroll., aliens, sexing, and weirdness. Also this is NOT meant to be a crack fic, so if you’re looking for crack you might wanna go somewhere else. Later chapters will be in rather graphic detail.
Disclaimer: Nope I don’t own them. Don’t claim it ever happened and all that jazz.
Notes: I’ve been toying with the idea of writing a serious mpreg for many years and it wasn’t until the time of Lambliff that inspiration hit me in which to do so. This is a story of how alien Tommy discovers and copes with a pregnancy with Adam.
Special Note:
scorpio_15, mirbabe, and tommyglitter, thank you girls for the feedback and constant support. I couldn’t have done this without you.Beta:
scorpio_15.Five years earlier:
When he’d landed on Earth and saw its inhabitants, to say he was unimpressed would have been an understatement. Plain faces, plain names, and plain or just plain bad music, but for whatever unknown reason he’d felt drawn to this planet. The years had taught him to follow his gut and so albeit a tad reluctantly, he honed his image device with a look similar to the humans.
Men from this planet were so unsightly that even though he was male he’d chosen the image he projected to others to be slightly more like the females of Earth; short in stature, smooth baby-face, cupid-bow lips, and eyes the color of what he’d come to know of as chocolate in his research. A sweeping fringe of blonde hair over his eyes and the look was more or less acceptable and wouldn’t scare the humans, he hoped.
At that point he was sure his own true reflection would send every human in a ten-mile radius wailing in fear, of course unless he ended up in California. He’d come upon California in his studies when searching for a place where humans were known to frequently create shows for their underdeveloped projection devices, televisions. Those things had been a hot commodity on his home planet of Zurran a millennia ago, and to see one in this strange little world would be like finding an antique. Oh well, evolution and all that would eventually bring their tiny brains to discover the error of their ways. In Zurran any form of entertainment you could imagine was placed in a chip that was injected in your arm after birth. It was tiny, only the size of a staple, but through it any wish you dreamed up could be lived out virtually in the comfort of your very own pod, a movie that was projected when you shut your eyes. Eyelids make for a much smaller, more convenient screen.
Enough about that, though. He’d looked into the mirror, wanting to burn the image of his own face into his memory before his image device changed it. His long silver hair flowed down to his ankles, eyes of lavender almost glowed in the night, but perhaps the most striking feature the humans would’ve caught onto was his vibrant fuchsia skin. Yep it was definitely quite noticeable along with the matching feathers that grew in a soft patch, his people’s version of chest hair.
He missed Zurran, with its seven moons the color of crystal blue oceans, the morning sky a rose hue as the lemon yellow sun hung low in the sky. Majestic, but the Zar, his people, no he couldn’t bring himself to miss them. He’d grown up as the outcast, and when he felt the tug of something greater he’d left without looking back.
One final wistful look in the mirror and he’d mentally commanded the image device, and with a flash his reflection became that of a tiny feminine little blonde. Yep this would take getting used to. Thank the heavens in private he could release the projection and just be himself, but for now he was Tommy Ratliff.
Present:
In five years he’d made a life for himself, something even better than he thought was possible. He’d also found the reason he’d been drawn to this weird excuse for a planet in the form of Adam Lambert, up and coming rock star that needed a bassist. Adam was the only human he’d come across that rivaled the beauty of the Zar, and Tommy immediately knew this was his calling.
His audition for Adam’s band was technically the first time he’d picked up a bass in his life, but the Zar also had the ability to acquire any skill they needed for the purpose of work. It was a breeze and he’d been hired on the spot, Adam’s warm arms embracing him, accepting him into the fold.
From there things got tricky. The Zar were known for their bisexual natures, and though Tommy never had a lover back home he found himself drawn to the males of his own species. Apparently Earth was no different. Sadly he’d not discovered this fact until after auditioning for Adam and realizing that Adam was in a relationship with a man. By then Tommy was Adam’s straight bass player, but every fiber in his being was hyperaware of the gorgeous rock star.
For years Tommy watched Adam make googly eyes at Kris, ‘the love of his life,’ but eventually the relationship fell apart and so did Adam.
That had been six months ago. Six glorious months ago Adam showed up at his apartment at four in the morning. When the knock came Tommy was still awake - he didn’t need to sleep more than two hours a night - and so without a thought he threw up his projection. On the other side of the door he found a solemn version of Adam, a man who’d come to his best friend to break, and as Tommy embraced him he could feel Adam’s body racking with sobs.
Being the best friend as it turns out had its advantages, and before long he and Adam were going out to movies or just spending the night in with a bucket of popcorn. It was a slow and easy progression and soon Tommy felt the nag of something very near love for Adam. The feeling bloomed warmth in his chest whenever Adam laughed and it was new and exciting and it was perfect. And when they finally kissed Tommy was sure he’d seen stars, or maybe even the birth of a galaxy.
The slow seduction had lead up to the best night of his life, which was coincidentally about six weeks ago.
Approximately Six Weeks Ago
They had just returned from their tour in Europe the previous night, but Adam faithfully called Tommy first thing that morning to ask him on a date, an actual-fax proper wining and dining date, much to Tommy’s surprise. This unhurried, sweet dance was coming to a peak and in Tommy’s gut he knew that tonight would be the night that Adam would finally ask him to stay over. No, that wasn’t exactly the truth. Through the years he’d spent hundreds of nights in Adam’s guestroom, but he felt like this would be his first in Adam’s bed, in Adam’s arms. Oh sweet heavens, what had he gotten himself into?
Turns out his gut instinct had been right. Wined and dined they had tumbled into Adam’s bed a giggling heap, still slightly buzzed from the alcohol, but more so from the hormones that raced through their system. Somehow the laughter died, their eyes landed on one another and then it became a race to see who could get naked first. The easy pace of their courting drifted out the window as random items of clothing flew through the air until finally they both stood bared to each other. With gazes locked and their feet frozen in place, time slipped away and Adam’s eyes conveyed hunger. When he finally took a step forward closing the distance between them, it was again slow like molasses, almost as if he was afraid to startle his prey.
Feather-light brushes of lips and fingertips were the first sensations that coursed through Tommy’s body. Adam thoroughly invaded his personal space along with every one of his senses; eyes the color of Zurran’s moons stared at him, the sound of soft breath brushed over his skin, the scent of Adam mixed with some heady cologne, and then the tall man devoured his lips once more leaving a flavor that was uniquely Adam.
Adam never uttered a word, just shoved Tommy backwards until his knees hit the bed. Before he knew what hit him, Tommy found himself flat on his back with Adam hovering over him. Gentle, languid kisses swapped between them like they had an eternity to just be with each other. Sometime many minutes, hell for all he knew hours later, Tommy felt the tender sweeping of Adam’s slick finger down the crack of his ass and he nearly fell to pieces. Adam apparently prepared his lovers at the same pace that he kissed because when one finger breached his entrance up to the first knuckle Adam stopped and gave him time to adjust. It was then Tommy remembered that to Adam’s knowledge he was straight. He’d never had a lover on Zurran, but of the few people he’d been close with most of them were male. His curiosity had gotten the best of him back home so he learned how to easily relax his body to his own fingers. He figured practice made perfect and with his mind control abilities it was truly a cinch.
The Zurran were made for sex and with one thought Tommy’s body adjusted to encompass everything Adam had to offer. His human image responded in turn and he shifted his hips to sink easily onto Adam’s finger. “More… please.” The whimper that left him was pleading and Adam quirked an eyebrow down at him. Tommy smirked, “yes, I’ve done this before.” Adam didn’t respond, but quickly added a second finger and soon after a third.
An eternity later Adam’s fingers curled and brushed against Tommy’s sensitive insides on their way out. The sound of a condom being opened was music to his ears and his eyes fluttered, catching bits and pieces of the scene laid out in front of him. Adam’s dark hair product free, framing his freckled cheeks, and each freckle led to another expanse of skin. Tommy soon found himself watching Adam roll the condom down his massive cock.
All this time Adam had been silent, but when he caught Tommy’s eyes he gazed at him like he was thinking about something. After several moments of what looked like an inner struggle, Adam finally opened his mouth. “Tommy, are you sure? I mean I know we’ve been taking it slow… and you… well… I’m not your first man I guess which is kinda news to me… but that’s the past and not my business unless you want it to be… but I guess what I’m trying to say is… will this be weird in the morning… because I can’t lose you as a friend… not now… not ever.”
Tommy’s chest filled with warmth and emotion at those words. Adam truly cared and that meant the world. “Adam, you are the first… I just… yeah in my own time learned how good it felt to be fingered.” The smaller man paused for a moment, thinking over his next words carefully. “But as far as your asking if I’m sure… yes, I’ve been waiting for this moment since the first time I laid eyes on you… I should’ve told you a long time ago, but I’m not that straight… in fact I tend to find men more appealing than women.” Adam’s eyebrows rose and his mouth gaped open slightly. “Don’t get me wrong, being your straight bass player has been awesome, but I would much prefer this, us.” Tommy indicated their nude forms with his hands and smiled genuinely at Adam. “And tomorrow, things will have changed, but that won’t be a bad thing. There will be no awkwardness, just a closeness between us we’ve never had before,” he finished, his eyes watching Adam closely.
Adam appeared to think about it a moment before giving Tommy a devious grin and then spilled lube onto his hand to slick up his latex covered cock. That expression spread further over his features and the wicked one couldn’t resist sliding a slick finger into Tommy once more, feeling and touching while the smaller man writhed beneath him. Satisfied that Tommy was still sufficiently open Adam positioned his body, palms braced on either side of blonde hair, and reached down to align himself with Tommy’s entrance. Tommy shifted impatiently and spread his legs wider to accommodate Adam’s hips. Finally getting the idea Adam hooked an arm at Tommy’s left knee, effectively curling the blonde in on himself. A contented sigh left Tommy’s pursed lips as he settled into his new position, the head of Adam’s dick putting just enough pressure onto his hole to make his own cock throb even more insistently.
“Adam…” Tommy pleaded and Adam finally relented, easing his hips forward until the head of his cock was welcomed into Tommy’s tight heat. “Adam…” His voice was lusty this time; his head straining up to capture Adam’s mouth. His lips were searching and desperate as Adam sunk further inside him. Every particle of Tommy’s being exploded with pleasure when Adam was finally balls deep, moving slightly, not a thrust as much as a gentle nudge and his cock brushed over Tommy’s prostate. Without realizing it Tommy bit down hard on Adam’s lower lip in response to the searing heat that consumed him. The flavor of copper passed between their mouths, their tongues tangling as Adam’s hips rocked in a smooth easy motion into a very responsive Tommy.
Adam pulled back and Tommy’s eyelids fluttered open finally settling half-lidded, pupils blown. He clawed at Adam’s back desperately, overwhelmed by the enormous cock teasing him into oblivion. Adam winced and Tommy felt wetness beneath his nails. He dropped his hands, his grasping fingers leaving bloody prints in the bed sheets. “My pretty Tommy,” Adam sighed, brushing his lips along the smaller mans throat. “So warm and tight around my cock,” he gritted out against Tommy’s collarbone. That was when his thrusts became harder, deeper, and Tommy’s right toes curled into the sheets while he dislodged his left leg from Adam’s shoulder to curl around the larger man’s waist. It effectively slowed Adam’s movement, Tommy’s heel digging into his lower back, halting Adam’s hips completely.
Tommy saw the uncertain look in Adam’s eyes as he held his position. Adam opened his mouth to speak, but was quieted by the shake of Tommy’s head. Tommy’s blonde fringe stuck to his slick forehead and he blew out a breath, disturbing a few of the locks. “I-I just need a minute Adam.”
Adam’s forehead creased with something Tommy now associated with worry. “Do you want to stop? You say the word.” Adam’s gentle fingers brushed the fringe out of his face.
“No, I just… it just… it felt too good. I want us to meet the stars together.” Tommy thought that had made sense, but Adam frowned slightly, his hips twitching of their own accord causing Tommy to moan. “I always thought of an orgasm as a trip into space and this one I want to take with you,” Tommy clarified then loosened his grip on Adam’s waist. “Slow.”
Tommy sighed; the leisurely push and pull of Adam’s cock over his sweet spot was so delicious. He could see how much it took for Adam to keep the gentle rhythm, but together they gradually climbed toward the sky. Adam’s little moans became desperate whimpers when he cradled the smaller man in his arms and shifted their bodies. With a bit of maneuvering he managed to settle Tommy into his lap, chest to chest, without ever pulling out. His hands on Tommy’s hips guided the blonde’s ass as they ground together, and in this position Adam’s cock touched him even deeper. Tommy rested his head on Adam’s shoulder and held on for dear life, and when his dark-haired lover pulled him down hard it was over.
“Adam… Adam, Adam, Adam!” was the mantra from Tommy’s lips as his cock erupted over their stomachs, and by the sharp wails in his ear he was sure Adam, too, had found completion.
“Mmm looks like I was chasing you into the stars,” Adam chuckled, his warm breath tickling Tommy’s ear. Carefully he used his grip on Tommy’s hips to raise the smaller man off his shaft, and at that moment Tommy noticed the creamy white dribble.
“Adam, is that…” he trailed off feeling his stomach hit the floor.
Adam inspected the condom before pulling it off, and then pushed Tommy’s shoulder so that he flopped onto his back. Silently Adam pressed a finger into Tommy and when he withdrew it his face crumbled. “I uhh… yeah I think so… I mean it’s not on my finger… but the condom definitely didn’t hold up.”
Tommy chewed on his lower lip for a moment. “Umm…”
“I just got tested last month and I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone since then.” Adam tried to look reassuring as he threw the condom at the wastebasket beside the bed.
Of course Adam would be worried about STD’s, but that hadn’t even occurred to Tommy. What did cross his mind was the fact that he was probably fucked. “Yeah I’m clean too, no worries right?” he laughed nervously as Adam settled into the sweaty sheets.
“Yeah it’s fine, just an accident, won’t happen again unless, well, unless this relationship… fuck you know what I mean.” Adam grabbed Tommy’s arm and tugged him toward his chest. Tommy curled against the taller man and a million thoughts bombarded his mind as a clueless Adam drifted off to sleep.
ATU 2/7 Aliens and Rainbows
