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Title: Snapping back like a Rubber Band
Pairing: Adam/Tommy (high school AU)
Words: 270
Rating: R
The Obvious: I do not know any of the people whose public personas are used in this story and neither believe nor mean to imply this actually happened.
Warnings/Enticements: adolescent sexuality
A/N: This is another POV swap, this time for Stretching All the way from Here, which while I thought it was a complete fic when I wrote it, is now actually the beginning of a 47k+ WiP that will someday be finished.
Summary: Tommy thinks about Adam when he jerks off.



He doesn't even have to think about Adam doing anything, and he's still the best wank fantasy Tommy's ever had. Doesn't have to think about the look of surprise on Adam's face every time Tommy kisses him, like he can't believe Tommy wants to, doesn't have to think about the way the span of his hand can cover Tommy's whole dick and balls, heat up his belly inside and out. He doesn't have to remember the sounds Adam makes when Tommy bites his lips, or the way he shook when Tommy had him pinned up against that tree. There's no need for Tommy to dwell on the thick-salt taste of Adam's spunk, or the way Adam licks it out of Tommy's mouth, humming softly, fingers kneading Tommy's hip and the back of his neck. He doesn't have to picture Adam's mouth on his dick, or Adam's hands peeling open his jeans. He doesn't need to imagine anything at all.

The pillowcase he hid so his mom wouldn't wash it still smells a little of Adam's cologne, and his t-shirt still smells of the pot they smoked, and all Tommy needs is the twist of fabric pressed to his face, and a hand on his dick, and he's coming, just the idea that Adam is out there, maybe thinking about Tommy, too, enough to make him shiver with aftershocks.

After, lying in bed, legs and eyes heavy, satisfied buzz under his skin, that's when Tommy remembers. That's when he dreams.