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PROMPT #002: PLAYING WITH FIRE
Originally posted here on LiveJournal.
College Girls | Adam Lambert/Tommy Ratliff | PG-13 | 5x100 words
To Adam's credit, he doesn't even blink when he sees what Tommy's decided to wear to the club tonight. (Humor, Romance)
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To Adam's credit, he doesn't even blink when he sees what Tommy's decided to wear to the club tonight. Vaguely, he recognizes the shirt as Brad's, and he's still amused and a little confused that Tommy and Brad are best friends these days. Adam's pretty sure there's a rule about ex-boyfriends not being allowed to be best friends with current boyfriends.
"Well?" Tommy asks, popping his hip out and putting his hand on it. He pouts, fluttering his eyelashes.
Adam snorts, looking Tommy over. "Sexy," he says. He says it like a joke, but it's true; Tommy is mind-numbingly sexy.
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Adam stares. The black jeans look poured on, so low on Tommy’s hips that they're practically indecent, and Adam's never going to complain when Tommy gets in the mood to show a little skin. The pink shirt is stretched over Tommy's chest, tight, and short enough that several inches of delicious skin is showing, including his belly button. The words "College girls know how to live it up!" are written across the shirt in big, black, curly script, cute and fun in a way that contradicts the actual words.
At the sight, Adam licks his dry lips, arousal spiking suddenly.
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Brad definitely had enough confidence to pull the shirt off without looking ridiculous, and Tommy does, too. Not that Adam's surprised. Tommy knows how to work what he’s got very well. He’s confident yet coy, both shy and seducing, and Adam’s drawn to him like a moth to a flame.
“You like it?” Tommy asks, twirling his hair around his finger and biting his bottom lip, seemingly insecure.
He’s faking it. Adam knows this, but it doesn’t change the effect it has on him. He nods, unable to actually say anything, and he reaches out, wanting.
Tommy smiles, walking closer.
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Adam’s still on the couch as Tommy approaches him. He drops down onto Adam’s lap, settling comfortably over his thighs. He rocks over Adam's lap, and Adam moans softly, grabbing Tommy's hips where his skin is showing.
"So," Adam asks, pulling Tommy's lower body harder against him, "is my college girl going to show me how she lives it up tonight?"
Tommy laughs, breathless already, and looks down at Adam. Tommy’s hair, freshly bleached and bright, hangs down in front of his face, the ends tickling Adam's cheeks. His eyes are alight with humor. "Maybe," he says. "If you're lucky."
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Adam’s eyes go lazy and smug. "Oh, Tommy," he says, tilting his head up and nipping at Tommy's lips. "With you, I'm always lucky."
Adam rolls his hips up into Tommy’s, and Tommy gasps, saying, "Fuck you, Adam," before he starts sucking and biting on Adam’s neck, rough.
“You’re playing with fire, baby,” Adam admonishes even as his body responds. “Careful.”
Growling, Tommy pulls away and finds Adam’s mouth, kissing him, sloppy and wet and aggressive.
Adam squeezes Tommy’s hips, pliant, and lets Tommy have his way for now.
Later, Adam’ll teach him what happens when you play with fire.
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Inspired by my friend K who wore the “College girls know how to live it up!” shirt to a party he went to this past weekend.