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Title: World Enough, and Time
Pairing: Adam/Tommy (high school AU)
Words: 1900
Rating: NC17
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.
A/N: part 4 in World Verse. Follows The World is Not Enough (for day 19 in mmom)
Summary: Leila's new job means the Lambert house is empty after school.



Adam's mom is acting like a crazy person and he's not sure if he wants to hug her and tell her everything is going to be okay, or slap her and tell her to get a grip.

"I've been taking the bus all over LA since I was twelve," he points out. "School's only three miles away."

"Do you have your lunch?" she asks. For the third time.

Adam sighs--dramatically, and she doesn't even call him on it--says, "Yes, Mom." Also for the third time.

"Your brother is going to After School and I gave them your cell in case there's a problem and they can't get a hold of me or your dad."

Neil is eleven, not two-and-a-half. Adam's pretty sure he'll cope with staying after school and hanging out with his friends under adult supervision. But Adam just says, "Yes, Mom," again.

"Oh, god! Look at the time!"

Adam looks. He's meeting Tommy half-way to the bus stop in twenty minutes. But his mom has to leave in two to get to her new job on time. "I'll make sure the Farbers come pick up Neil for school. I'll make sure the lights are off and the doors are locked. I promise to eat a good breakfast and brush my teeth. I have my bus pass in my wallet and my wallet in my pocket. I can do this. You can do this. Go."

His mom throws her arms around him, nearly crushing him, and then she pats him on the cheek. "You're a good kid. And remember to turn your phone on as soon as school is over. And no eating in your bedroom just because I'm not here to see you."

Adam nods and doesn't think about the fact that he plans on being far too busy in his bedroom to get crumbs on his sheets.

School seems to last forever. He gets caught passing a note to Tommy in English, and yelled at for drawing on his desk in Geometry, and Danielle's sarcastic comments are the only things that keep his hands out of Tommy's pants at lunch. Though that was mostly Tommy's fault. Adam would probably have been okay if Tommy wasn't sitting between his thighs wiggling his tiny little ass all over Adam's junk.

He almost asks Tommy to cut after-lunch classes with him, but the school would call his mom and she'd be all upset that he was rebelling because he's freaking out about her new job or something--or worse, she'd try to have a sex talk with him--and they'll have two whole hours even if they go to all their classes, and it's just not worth the hassle. He totally bombs the pop quiz in World Studies, though.

When the final bell rings, Adam doesn't bother going to his locker; he just hightails it to Tommy's to make sure he hurries. There are two buses that go to his house, and Adam wants to make sure they get the first one. Tommy's there, backpack on his shoulders, and a huge grin on his face. "How'd you do on that Egypt test?" he asks, grabbing Adam's hand and practically dragging him toward the bus stop.

"I just hope we get points for spelling our names right."

Tommy laughs, a delighted noise Adam loves. "I'm not even sure I spelled my name right. Worst last class of the day ever."

They make the early bus with two minutes to spare, but it's packed, and they end up standing with two cheerleaders wedged between them. Adam spends the ten-minute ride trying not to laugh at Tommy dodging elbows as the girls french braid each other's hair.

There is no reason for Adam to be nervous about Tommy seeing his bedroom. He's seen it at least a couple times a week since November, and it's almost St. Patrick's day. But suddenly he's afraid Tommy will think it's too messy, or his posters are lame, or—

"We gonna stand here til your mom gets home, or do I finally get to see you naked?" Tommy asks.

Or that Adam isn't nearly as awesome naked as Tommy's been hoping.

"We don't have to," Tommy adds, peering at Adam's face. He doesn't sound convinced.

Adam's not convinced either. If Tommy doesn't get to see him naked, that would mean he doesn't get to see Tommy naked, and that is just not okay at all. "C'mon," he says, taking Tommy's bag and carrying it toward his room.

Once they're there, and they can shut the door and know no one is going to come and try to open it, it's much less scary. Adam just does what he wishes he could do every single time Tommy's in his room with him: pushes him down on the bed, lies full length on top of him, and kisses him until they're both dizzy with it.

The way Tommy's moaning into Adam's mouth, the way he swears and arches sharply when Adam bites his neck, makes Adam want to keep going. See what sounds he can coax out of Tommy next. He gets his hands up under Tommy's shirt, realizes he doesn't have to stop with petting this time, can push it up over Tommy's head, pull it off completely, so he does, propping himself on his elbows so he can watch Tommy's chest rise and fall with his breathing.

Tommy watches him watching for a moment, but then he gets his hands on Adam's shirt and starts tugging. "No fair," he says. "Off, off." Going up on his knees, Adam does as he's told, and wow. That's kind of an awesome view. His boyfriend flat on his back, arms above his head, pale skin of his belly disappearing under the waistband of his briefs, just below that, the waistband of his jeans accentuating the bulge of his dick. His hips are framed by Adam's thighs, the darker wash of Adam's denim making the tent in Tommy's pants stand out even more. Before he's even decided he's going to do it, Adam's hands are undoing Tommy's buttons, rubbing his dick through his underwear. When Tommy reaches up higher, grasping for the headboard, arching into Adam's touch, Adam forgets how to breathe. This is so much hotter than fumbling Tommy's dick in the dugout, and that was pretty much the hottest thing in the universe. Adam's not going to cream his shorts again this time, though.

Tracing the contours of Tommy's dick with his thumb makes Tommy writhe even more, his thighs working under Adam's ass, a hollow forming between his ribs as he sucks in air, the muscles in his arms standing out as he pulls at Adam's headboard. "Good?" Adam asks, and Tommy just nods vigorously, tries to get more of his dick into Adam's hands. Adam wants that, so, so much.

As soon as he starts pulling Tommy's briefs down, Tommy's there to help, wiggling as much as he can with Adam sitting on his legs, pushing them and his jeans down together when Adam's not going fast enough. Once they're down around the top of his thighs, Adam has to look again. And then close his eyes for a second, because, really. He's not going to cream his shorts.

They're not closed for long though, because he's only had time for the fraction of a breath when Tommy's hands are tearing at his fly and his eyes shoot open again. He is pretty certain that he should be terrified that his junk is gonna get mauled, or at the least he's gonna get a fist in the nuts, but he's not scared at all. Just really fucking hard.

"Oh, god," he says, though he's not sure any sound comes out. Now Tommy's grinning and turning pink and Adam has to be kissing him right the fuck now.

He tries to go in gracefully, but it's more a barely controlled fall, as he decides to help Tommy out with his jeans at the same moment he needs Tommy's mouth, forgetting he might need a hand to balance. No noses get broken, thank god, but a couple fingers get squished. For a moment that's less important than pressing his lips to Tommy's mouth, and then it hurts, and he also realizes that he's never getting his pants off this way, so he sits up again. Tommy's biting his lips trying not to laugh, but he's doing a lot better than Adam is with the zipper.

By the time they get Adam's dick out of his pants, they're both laughing, but then Tommy lifts his dick and rubs them together, and things aren't so funny anymore. Tommy's cockhead is slippery with precome and when he brushes the tip against Adam's it's like being licked. Only not really, and also on his dick. What the fuck, Tommy really needs to lick his dick. Except not now, because Adam's pretty sure he'd have to stop that thing he's doing with his dick and his hand and that would be so bad.

He should be helping. His hand, or getting closer so Tommy doesn't have to stretch their dicks out to get them touching, but he's electrified by the sensations coming from his dick and his just general everything, and he can't coordinate any kind of plan of action. "Hyyyfaaaahh," he says, totally usefully. Then, with the hand not holding their dicks together and rubbing, somehow, god how is he even doing that, Tommy reaches up and tugs Adam's balls, and all he can say is, at least he got his pants off.

Watching Tommy jerk himself off with Adam's come dripping from his fingers makes Adam believe in the second coming. Holy shit, that was not even two minutes between orgasms.

Not wanting to fall on him again, Adam scoops Tommy up instead, arms under his back, hauling him in so he can cover his face with kisses. It's really not practical since he's still pinning Tommy's legs, but lifting up onto his knees lets Tommy move up the bed a little and that works much better. When Tommy finally slows him down, makes Adam kiss his mouth, they ease back onto the bed, pressed together from thighs to chests, arms so tight around each other Adam's are aching.

Before he left for school, Adam set his alarm clock for five fifteen. He is so very glad he did, when it goes off, waking him from a doze, his face buried in Tommy's neck.

"Mrrph?" Tommy says, sound echoing up through his shoulder.

"F'ftnn minutes," Adam mumbles.

"Fuuuuuck."

Adam's pretty much of the same opinion. He wants to stay here forever.