rivers_bend

Title: Cake and Sodomy
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Words: 430
Rating: Adult
The Obvious: I do not know any of the people whose personas are mentioned here, and neither believe nor mean to imply this actually happened.
Warning: In the real world, butter cream residue is likely to negatively impact condom integrity.
A/N: so @tommyjoeratliff tweeted this: Time for cake and sodomy10:38 PM Jul 10th via Echofon and this fic happened. Also a fill for the "birthday" square on my schmoop_bingo card.
Summary: Well, there's cake, and sodomy, and schmoop, really.



"Cake? Seriously?" Adam peered into the box Tommy had left on the bedside table.

"You know you want it."

"I know I want you. The cake I can do without."

Tommy started peeling off his shirt, and Adam forgot what they were talking about. When Tommy let his jeans drop to the floor, Adam forgot they'd been talking at all.

"You too," Tommy said, gesturing at Adam's tee, which he was just gripping in hands tense with the desire to throw Tommy on the bed. "Naked," Tommy added when Adam still didn't move.

Someday Adam was going to get over the fact that Tommy was so relaxed about them getting naked together, but that day was not this day.

"Right," Adam said, shedding his clothes as quickly as possible. He was about to carry out the whole throwing Tommy thing when Tommy pushed him back on the bed instead. He had that hungry look which Adam had learned not to argue with because it usually led to amazing blow jobs, and who the hell argued with amazing blow jobs? Cake was the last thing on his mind.

Until Tommy appeared in front of him, box in one hand, fingers of the other covered in chocolate frosting, crumbs clinging to it. Before Adam could say anything, Tommy smeared the frosting down Adam's stomach and started painting his dick with it.

"Um," Adam said. The frosting was cold; clearly the cake had been in the refrigerator.

"No talking," Tommy admonished him.

Adam didn't intend to follow the instructions, but Tommy started licking and nibbling the gooey mess off his stomach and any further protests died in his throat.

Then Tommy got to the frosting on his dick and Adam couldn't stop the noises he was making.

Tommy licked and lapped at him like a cat, but wouldn't suck. Adam was torn between wanting to kill him and wanting to marry him. Then Tommy got the last of the chocolate off and disappeared from between Adam's thighs completely.

"Get back here," Adam whined, crazy with wanting to come, but Tommy started fiddling around with something on the bedside table instead.

Because he was awesome, when he came back he had a condom in one hand and lube in the other. He made quick work of wrapping and slicking Adam up, and then he climbed on and guided Adam into his ass, perfect clenching heat.


"Okay," Adam murmured afterwards, with a sticky and wholly sated Tommy in his arms, "Cake in bed is not entirely a bad thing."

"Happy Birthday," Tommy said, and pulled Adam closer.