How I Met You - Adam/Tommy, 17/?

Title: How I Met You, Part Seventeen
Author: moodwriter
Beta: aislinntlc
Genre: angst, romance, high school AU
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Word Count: 2328 words (this part)
Rating: R (this part)
Warnings: language, sexual scenes
Summary: Adam has done something stupid, and the whole school laughs at him. Tommy has just moved to San Diego with his parents, and he chooses the outcast over popularity because that's just his way.
Disclaimer: AU liberates me from my responsibility to tell you that this is not real. :D Mwahahahaaaaa. Anyway, this is fiction.
Prompt: College and HS AUs are my fav! But that's all I got lol So that was vegas1024's prompt for me way back when. I've been slowly writing all these prompts, and this one gets its chance now. Hopefully you'll like it. :)

How I Met You, Part Seventeen


Adam fell in love with Cam the moment she started playing, and that was that: they had a keyboardist. She had a busy life because she was in college, and she had a band of her own with a friend of hers, but she promised she'd be able to play with them, too.

She took with her all the notes Adam had scribbled about the covers they wanted to play next, and Adam also told her that he wanted to try writing something himself. Cam encouraged him to do that, and said she'd done a couple of songs, too, and promised to bring one of them next time so they could see how it felt to play something they'd never even heard before.

After Cam left they spent the rest of the afternoon in Adam's room, watching Dexter. Isaac seemed pleased, a permanent grin on his face, but he didn't say anything. Tommy just guessed it was because they had liked Cam.

When Isaac left Tommy stayed for a little while longer. He didn't want to go home because that meant tomorrow would come sooner and so would school. They knew Brian was coming back, and they hadn't talked about it at all.

He was lying on his stomach on Adam's bed, facing the foot of the bed, and Adam was lying next to him on his side. They weren't watching anything anymore, but they weren't talking either. They were tired, and sleepy, and Tommy just wanted to stay.

"I want to live with you," Adam said, yawning.

Tommy smiled. It sounded nice.

"I want to go grocery shopping with you. I want to pay bills with you. I want to wash dishes with you. I want to sleep with you, and I want to wake up next to you every morning."

He curled on his side, watching Adam. He couldn't stop smiling.

"I want to paint a house with you. I want to read books with you." Adam's hands were under his cheek, and he was smiling, too. "I want everything with you."

He wanted to remind himself that this wasn't going to last, that he would get hurt if he believed such nonsense, but somehow, that seemed so irrelevant. Adam meant those words. "I miss you when I go home."

Adam nodded.

"I don't want tomorrow to come. I don't want to go to school. I want to stay here."

Adam touched his shoulder, then his side, pulling him close. Adam kissed the top of his head, and said, "Yeah, I wish."

They needed to talk about Brian. Tommy didn't know how.

"Tomorrow's gonna suck," Adam finally said, acknowledging what was going to happen.

"I know." He put his arms around Adam, and Adam trapped him between his arms and legs.

"He's going to be there, and I don't know... I can't see him. I can't do this." Adam sounded hurt in a way he hadn't sounded like before. "He won't let me be, and he will find a way to hurt you."

Tommy nodded, breathing against Adam's chest, his hair on his face. "Have you talked to your parents? You could change schools."

Adam's hold on him tightened. "No."

It was simple. They'd do this together. "I won't let him hurt you again," he said, and he sounded cold.

"Do you see any way out for us?"

He didn't. The only thing he could do was to push it and see if things would go his way. It was a tight spot because he couldn't do much if he didn't want to get expelled, but he had to do enough to keep the tenuous balance. And Brian was unpredictable. Tommy had no idea what he would do, how far he would go to revenge a humiliation. "I see opportunities, but they are all thin. We need to play at school, make as many people see and hear you sing, make you cool-weird, not freaky-weird in their eyes. We need to either make Brian lose interest in you, or humiliate him so bad he can't get the majority of the people on his side. Even he can't fight the masses. I don't know. It sucks to be us right now."

Adam pulled back, looked at him with serious eyes, and said, "Your way of thinking is so different... Outside the box. I'm not surprised you thought it was a good idea to tie someone to a lamppost."

It hadn't been a good idea. It was a whim. He'd wanted something explained, and that was his way of making it happen. It had been a lot simpler situation. He wasn't so involved, and nothing stopped him from reacting. Now he had to think about so many things: his mom, Adam, even his education and future. He wanted to finish high school, and he wanted to do it in the same school where Adam was.

He moved so he could kiss Adam, and they did for a while, just enjoying each other, trying to forget how unfair their lives were at the moment. It was comforting, and sweet, and when they finally stopped they were both smiling again.

"You always make me feel better," Adam said, stroking his cheek. He was lying on his back, and Adam was leaning over him, staring.

The feeling was completely mutual.

Then all of a sudden Adam blushed and looked away.

"What? What are you thinking?" He grabbed Adam's hand, and kissed his knuckles. "Tell me."

"I've... Well..." Adam looked at him again. "Do you want to do everything with me?"

He was confused at first because they'd talked about painting houses and going grocery shopping, but then he understood what Adam meant. "Like sex? Fucking?"

"Um... Yeah. Would you like to try that?"

"Now?"

Adam giggled. "Not now. Imagine my dad walking in here while we did that."

"I really don't want to imagine that." He bit his lip. "I don't know. You're kind of big."

"Oh..." Adam looked at his lips, and he felt the need to lick them. "It could be nice."

"It would be weird." He'd never even fingered himself. The whole idea was weird.

"We could watch porn. You could tell me what you wouldn't like. I could tell you what I'd like to try." Adam sounded like he was trying to hold back how much he wanted to try things.

"You've been thinking about this." He pushed Adam's hair back, and then held onto him.

Adam snorted. "The understatement of the year. You are beyond gorgeous. I can't keep my eyes and hands off you. All I want to do is... Yeah, I've been thinking about it."

Tommy smiled. He loved this guy. Loved. "Do you have anything good on your computer?"

Adam beamed, then let go of Tommy and went to get his laptop.

"Keep the sound off," Tommy said, way too excited about this.

The same excitement was clear on Adam's face when he chased the screensaver away, and then went through his files. "I have favorites. Let's check those first."

Tommy nodded.

They lay down on their stomachs, their sides touching, and they were both leaning on their elbows. Adam muted the computer, and clicked the first video open.

Tommy stared. "Nahhah. Can't do that."

"I'm strong enough to hold you up."

"I don't care. Too weird."

Adam closed that video and clicked the second one open. "What about this one?"

"Oh..." He'd already experienced that. "He seems to like it."

Adam leaned closer and whispered, "So did you."

Damn it. He always blushed. He couldn't help it. "Maybe."

"I also like this." Adam clicked another video open, and it was hot. Tommy had never seen anything like it. The guy who was in charge knew exactly what he was doing, and he seemed to know what made the other guy tick. The guy was a wanton mess, the expressions on his face showing pure bliss, and Tommy wondered if he'd like that, too.

"Okay... That one I like." He leaned closer to Adam's side. "They are both into it, and it's clear the top is doing everything to please the bottom. It seems like he's taking, but he's the one giving, like he has all the power in the world, yet he chooses to use it in this way..." He should've probably felt embarrassed about saying these things, but it was analytic so it was also less weird, and Adam was listening, watching the screen, biting his lip in concentration.

"So it's more about..." Adam stopped himself in mid-sentence, and turned to look at Tommy. "You'd like that? You'd let me do that?"

Maybe. "Not like tomorrow, but yeah..."

Adam kissed the tip of his nose. "I love you."

It still felt so odd to hear that. "Why?"

"Are you serious?"

He nodded.

Adam stared at him for a little while longer, and then said, "I could say all kinds of wonderful things about you, and I'm not sure if you'd believe any of them. But if I say this maybe you will: I like myself with you. I'm the best version of myself with you. It's so easy to be close to you. I feel like you let me be, and I've never felt like that with anyone. You're like a constant reminder of the fact that it's okay to be me. But why I love you... Because you shine brighter than anything else in my mind. You're with me all the time."

Tommy swallowed hard, trying to breathe at the same time, and he made a funny, broken sound. It was difficult to let someone love him, even when they were family. Letting Adam love him meant that he left himself wide open for him to trespass into his soul. He didn't want that, but he had no idea how to stop it, either. "What if I don't want to be the bottom?" he asked, backtracking, wanting to escape this conversation.

"I'd still love you," Adam said carefully, kind of grinning. "And even if you didn't like anything except what we've already done it would be enough. Oh... And I'd let you do that to me." Adam pointed at the screen, and Tommy looked at the guys fucking each other's brains out.

"Mom always says that if things seem too good they're not real." He didn't dare to look at Adam so he stared at the cover of the bed, the patterns there.

He could hear Adam breathing. He wanted to close his eyes, or leave, or just stop being because he wasn't cut out for this. He didn't understand how he could believe that this would work.

When Adam spoke it was a whisper next to Tommy's ear. "Are you real?"

He nodded.

Adam traced his spine with one finger, and he arched under his touch. "You're too good to be true," Adam said, sliding his hand over Tommy's ass, pushing his hand between Tommy's thighs, and then moving it back up all the way to his neck. "Yet, you're real, and you're into this, into me."

He was. He bared his neck to Adam, ducked his head, and waited, breathing, his hips moving slightly.

"You want me."

Tommy moaned, spreading his legs, and Adam kiss-bit his neck and let his hand slide back between Tommy's legs to grab his balls.

"This is too good to be true," Adam whispered against his skin. "You moaning for me, spreading your legs for me." Adam rubbed his balls through his pants, gentle but firm, making him squirm. "And you tell me that you'd let me spread your legs further and bury myself into you. You'd let me push inside you. You'd let me fuck you, make love to you. And you'd be so into it. You'd be so ready. I'd make you ready."

He grabbed at the cover, pushing against Adam's hand, lifting his hips off the mattress, wanting Adam to touch him, make him come. "Fuck... Please."

Adam pushed his hand further down, rubbing his hard cock through his pants, and he made a too loud sound. "Shhhh..." Adam said, placing a hand over his mouth, and he licked the palm, shaking in Adam's arms.

He was whining now, moving against Adam's hand in a similar rhythm as Adam was keeping, and it felt so, so good.

"I'd make you come on my cock, and you'd love it. You'd be a squirming, panting mess under me, and you'd want me to fuck you faster, harder, more. Wouldn't you?"

He didn't get enough air to speak and the hand was still there, but he nodded.

Adam moved on top of him, only letting go of him long enough to slide his hand under his body from the side, and then he was imitating fucking him, still rubbing his cock, still giving him enough friction, still holding a palm over his mouth. He'd never been so turned on in his life, and when he came he bit Adam's hand, his ring finger.

"Oh god..." Adam said next to his sweaty cheek, still moving his hips, rubbing himself off on Tommy's ass. "You're... Oh my god..."

He grabbed Adam's thigh, wanting to tell him to let go, to come, but he was too exhausted to do that. He was just shaking, moving under Adam, and then he felt Adam go tense, and he was making a pained sound low in his throat.

Adam stayed on top of him for a little while longer, then slid off, still mostly holding him. "See... too good, but still real."

Tommy laughed, quiet and happy and beyond brain activity.

They'd fix tomorrow later. This was just them in their perfect world.



TBC...

Part Eighteen

A/N: Sorry about the long wait. I've been super busy with life. No difficulties to write, though so this should be ready soonish. Although, it seems I'm as bad with time as Adam is. :) I do hope you enjoyed this chapter. *hugs*