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Title: GI Joe did your Ken Doll
Pairing: Adam/Tommy (high school AU)
Words: 3000
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 ever happened.
A/N: Because blue_soaring is I am perverse, this story is nothing to do with the high school AU stories I've been posting this week. It's a totally different and stand-alone thing. There will be more of the other boys, though, I'm sure. (for day 22 of mmom)
Summary: Tommy is Adam's best friend. Adam should probably be sadder than he is when Tommy's girlfriend dumps him.



Tommy's his best friend. His best friend. The guy he rode bikes with, and chased with gooey-burned marshmallows on Fourth of July, and had diving contests with at the pool, and argued over movies and music with, and played Barbie-humps-GI Joe with. Tommy's his best friend, and he's sad, and Adam is the worst person in the world, because he can't keep his face from smiling. Just a little, and Tommy's face is buried in Adam's neck so it's not like he can see, but it's still not right.

Adam's heart is not smiling. It's racing, pounding, and Adam's a little afraid Tommy's going to ask him about it because it's doing all that right there against Tommy's shoulder. But Tommy's too busy breathing really hard, damp and hot against Adam's skin, so he won't cry, even though Adam's told him at least three times that crying is okay. It's even expected under the circumstances.

"She's a fucking bitch," Tommy says, fingers digging deeper into Adam's ribs. "She said I'm boring."

She also said he sucks at guitar hero, looks ridiculous in eyeliner, wears stupid shoes and can't dance. But all that was while she was actually Tommy's girlfriend, and apparently that made it okay. Or he already forgave her. Either way, he's pretty fixated on the 'boring' part now that that was her excuse for breaking up with him.

The thing is, Heather isn't really a bitch at all. She's a nice girl with a nice group of friends, middlingly popular, middlingly smart, kick-ass at volleyball, and above-average pretty. She can be a little blunt and opinionated, and she definitely dumped Tommy out of the blue, but she's not a bad person or anything. Which is why Adam's always felt bad for hating her.

The trouble is that Tommy's not just Adam's best friend. He's maybe for a little while also been the object of Adam's totally secret, obviously unrequited crush. (Okay. Almost four years. But it's only the last eighteen months or so that he realized what those feelings in junior high were all about, and they've been friends since they were five, so it's not such a big deal, really.)

Being a smart kid whose mother gives good advice, Adam doesn't comment on Heather's bitchy or not-bitchiness, just hugs Tommy closer, pulling him toward the couch so they can maybe sit down. They've been standing in the middle of Adam's living room hugging for almost twenty minutes, and Tommy's shoulder might be fine ignoring the thumping of Adam's heart, but his hip is almost definitely going to notice that certain parts of Adam's anatomy are somewhat less soft and cuddly than they were to start off with. Or less soft and more interested in cuddling. Whatever.

They hit the sofa and break apart, come back together so Tommy's lying with his head on a pillow in Adam's lap, Adam stroking his hair. Tommy fumbles the remote off the coffee table and finds them a documentary about big cats. Adam tries not to think about Tommy as a cheetah or a puma or a tiger all curled up at his side, no girlfriend, no parents to want him home, always here, waiting for Adam to get back from school, scratch him behind the ears, roll with him on the floor-- Jesus what is wrong with him? Bad enough he thinks about touching Tommy ways you're not supposed to want to touch your friends, sometimes thinks about it while he's touching himself, but now he wants him to be a fucking jungle cat?

"Hard not to want a tiger as a pet when you see how cute their babies are," Tommy says.

"Yeah," Adam agrees, settling his hand on Tommy's shoulder, because clearly the petting is leading to bad things. But Tommy squirms his head around on Adam's lap, shrugging his shoulder like that will get Adam's hand back where he wants it.

When Adam ignores the hint, he says, "Play with my hair more. It makes me feel better."

It makes Adam feel like losing the pillow, turning Tommy around, getting his mouth right there, breath hot on Adam's dick. But Tommy just got dumped and they're here to make him feel better. Besides, no one knows Adam's gay, and trying to put a guy's mouth on your dick is pretty gay and might tell Tommy things Adam's not ready for anyone to know yet. He goes back to petting Tommy's hair.

By the time the cat show is over, Tommy is ready to stop moping. He gets out Neil's X-Box games and loads up Rock Band. Without even asking, he hands Adam the mic, grabs the guitar for himself, and dials up some Bon Jovi. Adam kicks ass at Bon Jovi on Rock Band. Plus, if he's singing, he can get away with keeping the pillow on his lap for a while longer.

Four songs in, Adam's got his boner under control, and he's up with Tommy, headbanging and dancing around the living room and they're both laughing when expert level leaves Tommy completely flailing.

Then Tommy's phone rings, and it isn't Heather, and he gets all sadface again. Especially when it is his mom and she wants him home immediately because he didn't take the garbage out before school. Adam gives him another huge hug, promises everything will be okay, and allows himself to press a kiss to the top of Tommy's head before he lets go. It's something his mom used to do to him all the time, so he's pretty sure Tommy won't take it as anything inappropriate.

Lying in bed that night, homework done, the house quiet, Adam can't stop thinking about how it felt to hold Tommy. He's been good--so, so good--for months. Since Tommy shyly told him he and Heather spent practically the whole Homecoming dance making out and she wanted to see him again. Adam stopped looking for excuses to touch him then--the tickle fights and wrestling matches, sitting too close when they're watching a movie, grabbing his arm to get his attention and just leaving his hand there--and more importantly, stopped thinking about him when he jerked off. It was good to stop. The right thing to do. Not for Tommy's sake, but because it made Adam feel less crazy. He watched so much porn to distract himself it's a miracle his laptop didn't die, but he could be with Tommy and Heather holding hands in the halls, or sitting with their heads together at lunch time, and not actually want to kill anyone, so it was definitely a good decision.

Now though, nothing can distract him. Not his favorite clips, not the newest deep-throating videos, not the really dirty things he's almost too embarrassed to watch. He's got one hand tangled in his own hair, the other on his dick, his eyes screwed shut, teeth and lips clamped tight keeping in his whimpers and moans, while he thinks about fucking into Tommy's mouth. He's jerking so hard it hurts, but he likes it. It certainly feels better than the aching in his chest. When he comes, he cleans up the mess with tissues, but wipes his tears on his pillow. There's only one or two. It's not like he's going to have to sleep on a wet spot.

Tommy's not at the bus stop the next day, but Adam gets a text that says, "feel like shit. staying home. c u tomorrw." When Adam tries to call him at lunch time, he doesn't answer. He glares holes into the back of Heather's head in physics, but she doesn't ever notice.

There's no reply to Adam's texts after school, and when he calls after dinner, Tommy's phone goes straight to voicemail. Adam's trying not to get paranoid, but it isn't easy. Then, when Adam's almost asleep, Tommy's ringtone comes from under his spare pillows.

"Hey," Adam says, soft so he doesn't alert his parents. "How are you?"

Tommy sniffs and takes a shuddering breath. Then, just before Adam's about to ask if he's still there, says, "Heather didn't say I was boring."

Huh. "What did--"

"She said she thinks I'm gay."

Adam takes every nice thing he's ever thought about Heather back. She is such a bitch. Tommy isn't-- there has never been any indication that he's anything but into girls. He never-- He doesn't-- "What the fuck?" Adam blurts, grabbing a pillow and hiding his head under it at the last second, because he shouldn't be so loud.

"That's not--" Tommy takes another deep breath, and Adam can see him, fist caught in his bangs, heel of his hand digging into his forehead. "The thing is, I think she might be right."

Adam's heart stops. It's okay though, because his lungs and his brain and his guts and everything else stops too, so it's not like he needs the blood.

"Adam?" Tommy asks, his voice tiny.

"You--" Adam really wants to say something. Needs to say something. But that pathetic squeak is all he's got right now.

"Please--" Tommy's crying again, soft sounds distinctive, even through the phone. "Please tell me it's okay with you if I'm gay."

Adam laughs, a harsh bark muffled by his pillow, but still loud into the phone he's sure. "Are you kidding? Tommy, jesus. Of course it's okay. It's--" Adam stops himself before he says it's the best news ever. Because it's not. Of course it's not. Tommy's obviously really unhappy about it, and yeah it makes a little better chance that he might somehow return Adam's feelings, but it's nothing like a guarantee.

"I'm pretty sure my mom's gonna freak," Tommy whispers.

"Well, I'm not gonna. No freaking. I promise." He's not gonna freak for the same reasons as Mrs. Ratliff, that's for sure, and that's what's important here. All other freaking is fair game, as long as Tommy doesn't have to see it.

"Okay."

"Is that why you didn't come to school today?" Adam asks. "You weren't like, ashamed or something were you? Is she gossiping about you to her friends?"

"I just had some things to think about. Thought it would be easier to get a break from everyone."

Something about the way he says it makes Adam think he didn't just mean Heather. "Take a break from me?" he asks. He didn't mean to; Tommy doesn't need Adam's worries on top of his own right now.

"It's not because I thought you'd be an asshole about it." Although he must have, at least a little, or he wouldn't have had to ask if Adam was okay with it. "Heather thinks--she said, maybe I'm in love with you." The last part is so soft and so fast Adam's sure he didn't hear it.

"She thinks you're what?"

"I can't--" Tommy says. "Don't make me say it again. I had to drink like half a fifth of whisky to even call you."

That explains the crying and the startling honesty--not that he and Tommy don't talk. A lot even. It's just not usually so much about their feelings. It also makes Adam feel braver, knowing Tommy's drunk.

"It's just--" Adam says, hoping it's the right thing to do. "I've been in love with you for like, a while now, and I never thought you would, you know."

"Wait, wait, wait. You're gay?" Tommy sounds like that is the last thing he expected to hear. And he still admitted everything. Adam might break with how much he loves him.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Now he sounds pissed.

Adam wishes he had a better answer than, "I didn't tell anyone."

"How long's a while?" Tommy asks.

Lifting the pillow off his head for a second, Adam takes a deep breath of cool, fresh air. When he speaks, though, his face is covered again completely. "Since Tori Allen's birthday party."

Tori had a huge house with a pool and a rec room in the pool house. She invited the whole seventh grade to her party. The parents were split between helping in the kitchen and making sure no one drowned in the pool. No one was watching them in the rec room.

Spin the bottle wasn't Tori's idea, but Xylina used the birthday girl's enthusiasm for the plan to goad the rest of the kids into it. Adam desperately wanted to go join the crowd in the water, but when Tommy sat down in the circle, Adam didn't want to leave him. Every time the bottle went around, Adam hoped it wouldn't land on him. Until Amber spun and got Tommy, which meant Tommy's turn was next. And Adam really hoped Tommy's bottle would land on Adam.

It didn't, and the game broke up soon after that when the cry went out that burgers were ready. And Adam pretty much forgot about it. Until the next time he saw two men holding hands in the park, and then when he accidentally walked in on Tommy changing and saw him pulling his briefs up over his dick, and all kinds of little things he lost track of that added up to Adam liking boys in general and his best friend in particular.

"Tori Allen's birthday party, like, when we were twelve?" Tommy giggles, a little hysterically, like the time his sister broke her arm. "You've wanted. Dude. Why the hell didn't you tell me?"

"What was I supposed to say? 'I know you like girls, and we've been best friends since kindergarten, but I really want to suck your dick, how about it?' I don't think so."

Tommy laughs again, closer to his normal chuckle. "You know any guys turning down blow jobs?"

"What if I wanted one back, though? I bet most guys would turn that down."

"You think about me sucking your dick?" Adam can't tell if Tommy sounds disturbed or intrigued.

"Maybe."

"You thinking about it yesterday when I had my head in your lap?" Okay, definitely not disturbed.

"Couldn't stop thinking about it," Adam admits. He doesn't mention the cat thing.

"I was thinking about kissing you. Just climbing into your lap, grabbing your face and laying one on you. See what you'd do."

Apparently what Adam would do is throw the pillow off his face so he can get some fucking air, and grab his dick.

"You okay?" Tommy asks. "That was a hell of a deep breath."

"You just talked about kissing me. That's kind of a-- a thing. For me." Adam's palming his dick through his shorts, near enough to jerking it it makes no difference, and even though he's pretty sure this whole conversation they just had means that's okay now, he's having trouble letting go of the guilt. "I'm touching myself. God, Tommy, tell me that's okay that I'm touching myself thinking about you kissing me like that."

This time Tommy's laugh is dirty. "I've been jerking off since you said you wanted to suck my dick."

Adam just has no idea what to say to that. "How drunk are you?" is probably not the right thing, but it's what his mouth gives him.

"Not very," Tommy says. "Even after I finished the bottle I found, it still took me like an hour and a half to get up the nerve to call."

"So you'll remember this tomorrow?"

"Yeah, Adam. I'll remember."

Hearing Tommy say his name like that is almost as good as hearing Tommy say he wants to kiss him. And put his dick in Adam's mouth. Adam gets his hand inside his shorts and does this right.

"So when I show up early for the bus tomorrow, you'll be there? And when I drag you around the back of that abandoned gas station, you'll let me pull you down on that old bench and kiss you until if we kiss for one more second we'll be late for school?" Adam doesn't usually jerk to thoughts of fully-clothed makeout sessions, but tonight it's definitely working for him.

Especially when Tommy kind of moans and goes all breathy when he says, "Hell yes."

"Good," Adam says, but then he's too busy listening to the sounds Tommy's making, finding the perfect rhythm on his dick, to think of anything to follow up with.

Adam comes first, and lies there, listening to Tommy's breathing speed up as his slows again, wondering how the hell they went from crying to this.

Tommy's grunt when he comes is low and soft and makes Adam really fucking wish he could see Tommy's face. Then he realizes that's entirely possibly going to happen, maybe even soon, and he makes a sound of his own, higher pitched, but no less heartfelt.

"Yeah," Tommy says, voice a little unsteady. "That was so not how I thought this conversation was gonna go."

Since Adam didn't think this conversation was going to happen at all, he didn't have any thoughts on the subject, but if he had, he's pretty sure he'd have to agree. "But you're glad it did?" Tommy sounds pretty glad, but it never hurts to check.

"Don't be a fucking idiot," Tommy says.

Adam's happy to see things haven't really changed.

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now with a sequel: Beer Pong and Quarters