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I cannot believe how quickly the end of August and beginning of September have gone. I've been home ten days and still haven't finished unpacking. I have, however, added almost 11,000 words to my blackdress_adam story, making it over 25,000 words.

Despite spending a lot of August working on that, I also managed to post a few other things.

What Plot? Adam/Tommy/Tom Hardy (NC-17)

Be my Toy Adam/Tommy (NC-17)

and a couple of comment fics which I haven't gotten around to posting in my journal yet, so I will post them here. as always, this is all FICTION. I do not know any of the people whose personas are mentioned, and neither believe nor mean to imply that any of this actually happened.

Title: Up against a Wall
Pairing: Adam/men/walls
Words: 460
Rating: Adult
Summary: ...there's something about the prospect of a quick hard fuck up against a wall that gets his blood racing.


Adam loves a good bed, wide, long, firm but with a soft top, perfect for fucking in every imaginable position. He really does. But there's something about the prospect of a quick hard fuck up against a wall that gets his blood racing.

A pretty boy, long and lean, bent at the waist, wrists pinned above his head, cheek pressed to cool plaster, ass exposed enticingly, lips parted, panting, too desperate to be filled now to go anywhere else. Legs spread, hobbled with fabric at the ankles, or the knees if you want it tighter, begging, fuck me, fuck me, and his back arches as you twist your fingers into that ass, getting him wet, opening him just enough. He uses his elbows, his shoulders, to get leverage, push back against you, and his knees go weak, and you can feel him trembling in your hand on his wrists and your hips on his ass, and he's taking it, grunting, pleading, making the paint under his mouth shiny with condensation from his gasping breath.

Or a short boy, looks delicate but is all wiry strength, small enough you can peel his skinny jeans all the way off and lift him, tip him back against the wall and wrap his legs around your waist, get your dick out, nuzzle it up under his balls while you spread him open with your fingers, cheeks of his ass resting in your palms, and then push in, let gravity do the work, drop him down until you're buried so deep inside you can't breathe. He starts out with his arms around your neck, but you fuck him so hard that first one goes back then the other, over his shoulders, palms flat against the wall, pushing, pushing, so he can arch into your thrusts, find that perfect angle so he cries out every time you drive forward, his dick jerking between your bellies, no one with a free hand to take care of it so he's striving to come on your cock.

Or that surprise, the guy who's not your type at all except for how he smiles, and says just the right words, and next thing you know he's got your pants around your thighs, face to the wall, huge hand on the small of your back, other hand spreading you wide for his tongue, Christ his tongue, fucking into you slow and sweet and hard and fast and you're not gonna come just from this, except you are.

Adam loves a good bed, wide, long, firm but with a soft top, perfect for sleeping. But there's something about the memory of a quick hard fuck up against a wall that gets his blood racing, and makes a good bed even better.
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Title: Ain't no Party like a Twitter Party
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Words: ~800
Rating: NC-17
Enticements/Warnings: Playful bondage, rampant BSC
Summary: Adam decides to throw a twitter party because Tommy's all tied up.



"Oh my fucking god, Adam Lambert, if you touch that phone right now I am going to kill you." Tommy says it with conviction and he means every word. Unfortunately, as he's not in a position to carry out his threat, Adam just laughs and picks his phone up with an extra flourish.

This is the trouble with letting your boyfriend who likes to tease—okay, who knows you like to be teased—cuff your hands to the headboard.

Adam has been sitting between Tommy's spread thighs for the last half an hour, rubbing his legs, tracing feather-light fingertips over Tommy's hips and waist, pinching his nipples, tugging gently at his pubes, doing pretty much everything except touching his dick, which, as a result of all the lack of attention, is standing straight up against Tommy's belly, tracing little trails of precome as he twitches, trying to get Adam's fingers where he wants them.

Except now his fingers are busy on his stupid fucking phone screen.

"Seriously, Adam, what are you doing?"

"I thought it was time for a twitter party." Adam grins. Hugely. Like something out of a horror movie, if the monster was a really fucking hot rockstar with the most infuriating teasing grin on the planet.

"I hate you so. much."

"I know you do, baby. I hate you, too. With my whole heart." This time Adam's grin is tender, but he doesn't put down his phone.

Tommy jerks at the cuffs holding his hands above his head, and wraps his legs around Adam's waist and writhes, and he can see Adam glancing at him out of the corner of his eye, but Adam keeps scrolling through what must be the most insane @reply list ever. Tommy refuses to whimper, though he wants to. So fucking much. Adam's name might slip out, but it's not whining. Not really.

Minutes pass with Adam scrolling and then stopping to type, scrolling and stopping to type, and Tommy wants his dick to go soft, just to prove a point, but it won't. He's tense with want from his toes to his ribs, hips restless, cock twitching and bobbing like Adam's fingers on the screen are brushing it instead.

"Ohhh," Adam says, finally, looking at Tommy with one eyebrow raised. "Here's a good one: Is Tommy straight? Yes or No?"

"Fuck off."

"No really. Someone asked." No one person should have so many different grins. Seriously.

"Someone always asks. And you always say yes. Aren't they bored yet?"

Adam laughs. "Never, baby. You know that."

"What are you going to say?" Tommy wants not to care, but he does. There are good reasons for Adam to stick to the straight story. But it still hurts a little, like Adam's saying what they're doing here doesn't matter. No matter how much Tommy knows that isn't true.

"Well, you do have the straightest dick I've ever seen," Adam says, looking at Tommy's cock where it's pointing at his bellybutton.

It's Tommy's turn to laugh, though it sounds more frustrated than amused. "That's because I can jerk off with either hand. Doesn't get bent one way or the other."

"I'm not telling them you're ambidextrous. They'll jump to all sorts of conclusions."

"They won't be wrong."

Adam gives him another tender smile and winks. "I'm saying you're straight. Which, if I'm talking about your dick, is true." Adam finally touches the body part in question, and Tommy's hips jerk off the bed, his whole body convulsing in response. "I'll also say you're sensitive. And like looking pretty."

That is too much for Tommy and he starts laughing and can't stop. Until Adam puts his phone aside and swallows Tommy's cock without so much as a pause. The laughter dies on a wholly undignified squawk.

Adam pulls off once he's gotten Tommy's attention, not wanting to strain his throat on a concert night, but even without the deepthroating it's a phenomenal blow job. Just one of many reasons Tommy's decided sticking to straight is overrated.

When Tommy's close to coming Adam pulls away and starts jerking him off, kneeling between Tommy's legs, getting his own dick out so he's jerking both of them, and when they come there's no way of telling whose jizz is whose splattering Tommy's stomach. Which is kind of gross, and also one of the hottest things (in a long list of hot things) that Adam does.

Adam cleans him off with a corner of the sheet, which mostly just smears the come around, but then he unclips Tommy's wrists and wraps him up in one of his trademark Adam cuddles. Tommy would spend the rest of forever in Adam's arms if he could. And that, right there, is the biggest reason Tommy's not as straight as he used to be. Except for his dick, which he still jerks off with either hand. Only mostly now he's doing it when Adam feels like a show.

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I'm also seriously considering signing up for this:


The minimum word count is only 10,000 words and posting dates don't start until January. I can totally do that :D