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Wicked Game. Part 1







Title:
Wicked Game.
Author: lovenhardt1
Banner: qafmaniac Who is made of awesome!!!! OMG girl I love you so hard”
Wordcount: 23.341 This part: 2886.
Pairing: Adam/Tommy. High school AU/Teen!fic
Rating: Up to NC-17 Depending on chapter.
Disclaimers: Lies, all lies. Also, the people you might recognize in here are not mine. I’m not making any profit, I’m only doing this for fun.
Beta:  thrace_adamsWho I love so fucking much! She makes my writing shine and she makes me laugh so hard when I go through her comments. Especially this time because she knows what happens in the next one and she has opinions! LOL *hugs her hard*
Summary: Spinning his water bottle enough to make bubbles in the water, Adam says, “I wanna ask Tommy to go to the prom with me.”

Danielle’s expression softens and she takes his hand to squeeze it. “Aww Adam that’s awesome.”

“Yeah. The thing is," Adam paused, "I’m kinda worried he’ll say no.”

“But why? He’d walk barefoot on burning coals for you if you asked him to.”

Adam laughs because, yes, she’s right but it’s still like the dumbest question ever. “Because it’s a school event and he thinks the whole concept is ridiculous.”

Nodding in agreement but with a teasing smile plastered all over her face Danielle says. “You’re looking at this the wrong way baby.”

“Oh. Why?”

“You need to tell him you want to do this for all the romantic reasons that are important to you, because he knows you and he'll understand immediately. If that doesn’t convince him; you also tell him you think it’s important to show up at those things, especially if he really means the things he said a thousand years ago about wanting to be kissed by his boyfriend at the prom. Tell him there’s a statement in it too and then you won’t be able to keep him away. But, if that doesn’t work you can always tempt him with a hotel night and a husky ‘I wanna fuck you senseless’. That's guaranteed to work!”

“Good point.”  Adam muses, lost in his thoughts.  “Though we aren’t actually doing that yet.”

A/N: This is the second fic in this verse and if you haven’t read the first one you should probably do that. I never intended to continue it in the first place. LOL But the boys stuck with me and there will be a fic more after this one. It’s mostly written already.

First fic: He's just a little bit dangerous.



Spinning his water bottle enough to make bubbles in the water, Adam says, “I've been thinking.”

Danielle chuckles in a way she totally picked up from spending too much time with Tommy. “Oh, that sounds dangerous!”

“Funny.” Adam sticks his tongue out. “I wanna ask Tommy to go to the prom with me.”

Instantly Danielle’s expression softens and she takes his hand to squeeze it. “Aww Adam that’s awesome.”

“Yeah. The thing is," Adam paused, "I’m kinda worried he’ll say no.”

“But why? He’d walk barefoot on burning coals for you if you asked him to.”

Adam laughs because, yes, she’s right but it’s still like the dumbest question ever. “Really? You know him almost as well as I do and still you ask me that? Because it’s a school event and because he thinks the whole concept is ridiculous.”

Nodding in agreement but with a teasing smile plastered all over her face Danielle says. “You’re looking at this the wrong way baby.”

“Oh. Why?”

“You need to tell him you want to do this for all the romantic reasons that are important to you, because he knows you and he'll understand immediately. If that doesn’t convince him; you also tell him you think it’s important to show up at those things, especially if he really means the things he said a thousand years ago about wanting to be kissed by his boyfriend at the prom. Tell him there’s a statement in it too and then you won’t be able to keep him away. But, if that doesn’t work you can always tempt him with a hotel night and a husky ‘I wanna fuck you senseless’. That's  guaranteed to work!”

“Good point.”  Adam muses, lost in his thoughts.  “Though we aren’t actually doing that yet.”

“What? Why? It’s not like you two can keep your hands off each other and neither of you are especially prude.” She sorts and the emphasis isn’t lost on Adam.

“It’s not that-- and there’s plenty sex it’s just… I’m kinda big and I’ve read that first times can be really … bad… I don’t wanna hurt him, like ever!”

Danielle laughs softly. “That’s what prep is for baby.” But then she asks quietly. “Don’t you wanna? Fuck him?”

Adam puts his head in his palms trying to hide what the mere thought of it does to him. “Gods, yes. Yes, I want to.”

“Doesn’t-”Adam whips his head up and glares at her.  Danielle grins. “So?”

Adam doesn’t get to answer before a very familiar hand rests on the nape of his neck, long fingers teasing him in a fleeting caress.

“Hi honey.” Tommy puts a tray on the table before leaning in to kiss Adam. Danielle gets one on the cheek as well before he sits down and grabs an apple. “What’s up?”

Danielle cracks up in a total giggle fit and Adam blushes deeply. Seriously, he could kill her right now. Tommy looks back and forth between them, clearly confused. “What?”

“Adam just told me about the severe lack of fucking between you two.”

It takes a second or two for Tommy to react. But then there’s surprise flashing across his face and then disbelief ending with laughter. He looks at Adam. “Seriously?! There is such a thing as too much information. Especially in the school cafeteria.”

“Sorry, you know how she is. And I didn’t mean to- - you know I-”

“I know, and she’s right. Plenty fucking around, not enough actual fucking.”

Adam groans; he should have known Tommy would say something like that with a seemingly innocent expression on his face, yeah but Adam sees the well hidden expectations too. Tommy isn’t exactly the one holding back.

**

It takes Adam some time to work up the nerve to actually ask Tommy about prom because it never seems to be the right moment. But prom is hastily approaching and there are things to plan if Tommy says yes so he just has to get over himself and ask. While he fiddles with some papers on his desk he draws in a deep breath, holds it in a bit before exhaling. He looks at Tommy who’s on Adam’s bed, on his belly with his feet in the air and chin in hands, reading something for English class tomorrow.

“I want to ask you something.” Adam starts, butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

“Yeah?” Tommy replies without lifting his gaze from the book, he’s chewing on his lower lip and as always Adam has to redirect his eyes if he wants to focus.

“There’s….this thing I want to do.”

“Hmm?”

When Tommy still doesn’t look up Adam continues, this time offering Tommy a clue. “In four weeks…” he lets his voice fade and when he holds the pause long enough, Tommy finally puts a finger down on the page, to remind him where he was and looks up at Adam. With a goofy grin he says. “Oh my God, Adam just spill it.”

Adam squirms a bit. “Go to the prom with me?”

Tommy’s eyebrows go up, up, up and he removes his carefully placed finger to close his book with a loud smack. Without breaking Adam's gaze, surprise all over his face, he asks, “I’m sure you didn’t just ask me to go to the prom. I’m right? Right?”

Adam goes to sit on the edge of the bed. “Please? For me?”

Tommy sighs, long and heartfelt. “Adam, I thought we agreed you did the school things with your friends and let me be a couch potato. That way we’d both have fun.” His tone is light, though, and somehow he manages to gracefully roll and end up with his head in Adam’s lap. Brown playful eyes are looking up at Adam and Adam’s nervousness dissipates.

He pouts and makes puppy eyes at Tommy. “The prom?”

“Danielle?” Tommy suggest, with laughter shining in his eyes.

Adam shakes his head and ruffles Tommy’s hair, which just makes Tommy push into the touch, like always. Adam will never ever get tired of that response. “I don’t want to go with Danielle. I want to go with my boyfriend. I want to show you off in a black tie, looking gorgeous and all. I want all the romance," he sighs wistfully. "I want the whole school to see me kiss you in the middle of the dance floor to a sappy love song.” Adam lowers his voice and adds, “and then I want to spend the night in a hotel room making love to you.”

“Oh.” Tommy’s mouth forms a perfect O and his eyes darken, telling Adam exactly where Tommy’s mind went.  Adam can’t not stare and heat pools in his groin.

Smirking Adam pushes. “But if you don’t-”

Tommy moves until he’s straddling Adam before he gives Adam a playful shove. Adam plays along and lets himself fall back onto the mattress. Tommy follows down and right before he attacks Adam’s mouth he says, “You had me at ‘go with my boyfriend’, Jesus.  And please don’t make promises if you don’t plan to keep.”

Adam works Tommy’s hoodie off him and whispers between kisses. “Oh, I intend to.”

“Fucking finally.” Tommy moans and ruts against Adam’s thigh.

“On prom night.” Adam groans and thumbs open the button on Tommy's jeans right before rolling their bodies so Tommy is spread out under him.  Gods he loves his boyfriend.

 **

“So?” Danielle asks the second she reaches Adam and Tommy at the lockers. She’s been doing this all week and today he can finally answer her.

“We’re going.”

She makes the most girly sound of glee Adam has ever heard, making Tommy roll his eyes. “Awww. Wait! That means you two are finally going to something social at school, together!” Danielle winks at Tommy who smirks because they both know that’s not what she meant.

“Oh damn.” Tommy says out of the blue and facepalms with a smack. Adam looks at him completely puzzled. “What?”

Lowering his hands to look at Adam, Tommy explains. “I need to talk to Abigail about going to the prom with you.”

Adam’s mind goes blank, what the fuck?! “No you don’t.”

“With who?” Danielle asks, looking at Tommy.

It doesn’t stop Adam from answering, though. “The girl I told you about, the one who has been crushing on Tommy since before we got together.”

“She doesn’t have a crush on me.” Tommy sends Adam a flat glare, leaving no room for argument.

“We better…”Danielle is checking the time and indicates that they’re late for class again. Adam is grateful it’s Mrs. Peterson's class, she isn’t that strict.

“Damn,” Tommy says with a smile exclusively for Adam. “Late again.”

They hurry down the hall, all three of them but suddenly Tommy spins around hollering.  “Hey Jen. Have you seen Abigail?”

“Yeah, she’s on her way to math, why?” the girl walks backwards so she can walk towards her class and keep talking to Tommy, who turns and does the same. “I just need to talk to her; I’ll keep my eyes open.”

Adam doesn’t see her expression but he hears the wondering tone in her voice. “Oh okay.”

Adam bites his lip hard to keep him from saying something that’ll piss Tommy off. Why Tommy refuses to acknowledge Abigail’s obvious feelings is beyond him, but that move right there, that sure as hell made Adam’s stomach twist, because that was like pouring gasoline on the girl's flame.

**

Later that afternoon when they’re lying in Adam’s bed, naked and satisfied and stealing the last half hour of privacy before the rest of the Lambert’s come home; Adam brings up the subject of Abigail. “Um… about Abigail?”

“What about her?” Tommy kisses Adam shoulder before lazily letting his fingers follow freckles. Adam catches Tommy’s hand and to keep it still he entwines their fingers.

“Why is it so damn important to talk to her? You have to know she wants to be up close and personal with you and that-- I just...” Adam needs for Tommy to look at him, but Tommy snuggles a bit closer and rests his head on the shoulder he kissed seconds ago.

“Get a little possessive” Tommy says softly. “I know, and I know you think it’s stupid but I just want to talk to her before we go to prom together.”

“But why?” Adam feels the tension in Tommy’s body immediately, sees how his spine straightens even before Tommy sits up, naked as the day he was born and not thinking one bit about covering up, though Adam can see that he’s getting really annoyed. “You know why! Before you and I were even a possibility I made her a promise. You were there for fuck's sake.”

Adam wants to say that anyone would have thought that promise was just to let her down gently, but with the dark glare Tommy sends him, he’s getting a little unsure if a kind rejection actually was the reason. Maybe, just maybe Tommy had meant it when he told Adam that had it not been school related, then he would have went out on a date with her. Suddenly all Adam can think about is if Tommy could have been interested enough to fall for her. Tommy doesn’t seem to be aware of what’s going on in Adam’s head because he continues his argument. “She asked me out and I said no because it was a dumb school thing she wanted to go to. I promised her that I’d ask her to go with me the next time I went to one of these school things.”

The jealousy and the sudden realization that Tommy could have ended up not being his makes Adam sit up too, hissing out between his teeth. “So what? You want her permission to go to the prom with me, your boyfriend?”

“No, of course not! But I want to tell her face to face that I’m going with you.” Tommy leaves the bed and with fast and sure movements he starts dressing.

Adam wants to ask him to come back to bed, to stay but what comes out is nothing in that direction. “She’ll know that! The entire school knows we’re together. I’d say it’s pretty Goddamn natural for you to go with me.”

“Agreed Adam.” Tommy says and zips up his pants before looking at Adam with a gaze that screams ‘so what are we fighting about?’ but his next words make Adam want to throw things.

“It doesn’t change the fact that I made her a promise and damnit! I’m not that kind of guy. If I can’t keep a promise then I’m gonna tell her in person. I hate when people don't show me the same kind of courtesy.”

“She doesn’t expect you to.” Adam knows better than to raise his voice, but the frustration gets the better of him and it doesn’t help that he regrets it the minute he did it.

“That’s a lame reason to act careless about other people’s feelings.” Tommy hisses and pulls his t-shirt on.

“Let me tell you something, Tommy. You were careless when you asked Jen if she’d seen Abigail, because now she’s telling her that you were looking for her and she’ll get her hopes up.”

“Hopes? What hopes?” Tommy sits down on the edge of the bed, not looking at Adam, but staring at the carpet.

Adam scoots closer and once again he tries to make Tommy see what’s in front of him. “She wants to date you. When are you going to see that?”

Tommy shrugs and lets out a tired sigh. “Maybe she did, I don’t know. But she knows I’m with you and I’m sure she doesn’t have a crush on me anymore and even if she did- -which she doesn’t- -then you have nothing to worry about.”

Adam knows that, he knows he’s Tommy’s everything but he can’t let go of the unwanted feeling of jealousy and maybe even betrayal. “Why can’t you just let it go?”

Tommy finally looks up and meets his gaze. “Why can’t you?”

“Because you want to talk to some chick about going to the prom with me. I feel like I come second in this.” It hurts to admit, but he swore to Tommy when they first got together that there wouldn’t be any secrets between them.

“Then you’re dumb. I just want to tell her face to face I’ll be going with you.”

Adam feels like crying, why can’t Tommy understand what he’s trying to say? “And by doing that you tell her she mattered enough for you to remember.”

“Of course she did!” Tommy says forcefully, like Adam of all people should know that and why.

“And how is that supposed to make me feel?”

“I don’t know, happy that you have a boyfriend that cares?!”

Tommy sounds like he’s about to give up on Adam all together and it pushes Adam to finally put words to his jealousy. “Well, it makes me feel bad, like I’m competing against a girl.”

Tommy gets off the bed in one fast move. He looks at Adam like he can’t believe his ears. “Competing?! Are you-- fuck this!” Tommy says in a hurt tone of voice. “I’m telling her and that’s the end of this discussion.”

Then Tommy turns to leave and Adam cries out, “Tommy!”

Tommy spins around and looks at Adam and the determination Adam sees kind of floors him.

“Nope. I’m not giving in to you being stupid. And you’ll see you just how silly this was after. I’m going home!”

“Don’t leave angry, please,” Adam begs, staying in bed because he feels every little bit as exposed as he is naked.

Tommy’s expression softens and in three hurried steps he is back at the bed and holds Adam’s face and his gaze locked a second before pressing a hard kiss to his lips. “I’m not. Annoyed but not mad. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Tommy is out the door before Adam can stop him, stomping down the stairs. Adam falls back onto the mattress with a pained sound. His mind is spinning with how much he fucked things up. After a couple of minutes he finds his phone and taps Tommy a text.

Do you still want to go with me?

It doesn’t take long before there’s an answer, one that confuses the hell out of Adam.

You can’t pick me up, tho.

Why? Adam waits and waits, nervousness taking a hold of him, what the fuck did Tommy mean by that? When Adam is about to crawl out of his skin; his phone buzzes.

2 guys in this relationship. You wanted to take me to a hotel. I’m making sure you get to the prom.

Adam laughs loud and free. And types. Deal. Love you.

Adam knows what the next message says even before he opens it.

I know.

Adam smiles fondly at his phone. It has kind of become a challenge to get Tommy to text a ‘love you’.  A challenge Adam actually doesn’t mind losing, because Tommy insists that ‘I love you’ is supposed to be said in person when you can look the other person in the eye and they can see that you mean it, that you feel it.

read on.

Tags: adam lambert, adam/tommy, tommy joe ratliff, wicked game
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