lovenhardt1 (lovenhardt1) wrote,

A Primal Right.

A Primal Right.
Author: lovenhardt1

Word Count: ~58.000. This chapter 2.708
Pairing: Adam/Tommy (Werewolf).
Warnings: Sexual content, minor character death.
Rating: NC17
Disclaimers: The people you might recognize in here are NOT mine. I'm not making any profit, I'm only doing this for fun. There is no way this ever happened and so on. Oh…. And werewolves don’t exist either…. Sowry.

Beta:thrace_adams. Thank you sweetie for all your help, I love you so much for it! All your hard work made mine shine.
Type: Werewolf AU. Romance with just enough angst to make it good.
A/N: This fic is written for my dear friend dkymekare because she loves wolves above.

I had some really incredible cheerleaders on this fic!!! I love you all dearly! And I couldn’t have done it without you! So THANK YOU!!!

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Summary: You know that feeling of being in control? Of knowing what happens next? You’ve got it all worked out, knows it’ll be hard work but worth it. You’re so focused on carefully laid plans that you kinda forgot about you…. but then something or someone comes along and changes everything. Suddenly you’re not even in charge of your own heart anymore. Yeah. That’s what happened to me.

Sit down and let me tell you a story… you might want to put your legs up and get comfortable, we’ll be here for a while.

It all began a day I was letting my wolf have some fun in the woods…

I succeeded in sneaking in without anyone noticing. I showered and put on my make up going for sexy as hell, before I put on my favorite Metallica t-shirt and my best jeans. Mike knocked on the door asking me if I was ready right before barging in like always. He looked me over and laughed, “Whoa. Sexy! I guess you’re ready for some fun times?!”

“Yeah, let’s go.” I pulled my boots on and grabbed my leather jacket and a scarf. Mike shot me a searching glance.

“You seem less itchy. Care to share what bug crawled up your ass now?” See? Wolf with a fucking bone! Well, two could play that game, I wasn’t about to tell him anything.


He chuckled and shook his head.  “Okay, just know that I’m here, whenever alright?”

"I know. The thing is, it's nothing you can help with, no point in putting it on your shoulders too.”

He looked a little surprised and a bit offended too. “You can trust me Tommy.”

“I do, I just don’t want you caught in the crossfire if it comes to that.”

He got this expression on his face, the one where he's torn between wanting to solve the mystery and forget about it all at the same time.  We got in his car and drove into town. Mike was unusually quiet so I guess he chose trying to solve the mystery instead of forgetting about it. We were almost at the bar when he suddenly said, “You’re going all alpha on me here huh? Hmmm. You don’t smell worried though, you smell excited, happy and sad all at once. I don’t like it much to be honest.”

I hated that Mike saw right through me; he wasn’t supposed to. I was happy that I got to be with Adam this afternoon but I was also devastated, I wanted to be with Adam and I couldn’t. I fucking left him behind knowing that he felt the call of his mate too. It sucked and not in the fun way. I reached out for Mike and squeezed his arm lightly.

“I’ll be okay. Let’s go have fun; you’re buying the first round.”

Going into the bar my world spun off its axis. I knew right away that he was there; I didn’t hear it so much as I felt it vibrate through my body making me tense and shiver. Then I heard his voice soaring through the room and it only took one look up at the small stage to confirm what I already knew. It still hit me hard though, he was a very different kind of gorgeous up there than out in the woods. He was wearing tight laced leather pants, a black shirt, buttoned down enough to draw attention to his broad chest; he was wearing two maybe three necklaces and several rings on the hand holding the microphone. He had done something different with his hair and like me he was wearing makeup. Strutting across the stage like he owned the god damn thing, he was quite possible the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. He oozed sex and my reaction was immediate. Lust slammed through me and in two seconds flat I was hard. So hard it fucking hurt.

I was doing my best to hide my emotions but I didn’t succeed because Mike looked at me with a contemplative look and asked, “Tommy Joe, are you okay?” unable to look away from Adam I replied with a small sound that only Mike could pick up.


Mike turned to follow the direction of my stare. He grinned widely. “He’s awesome right? Voice range like Jeff Buckley. I knew you’d love him.”


I really didn’t appreciate the irony there. Thank god Mike wasn't picking up on all of my inner turmoil, he laughed as he dragged me into the room heading for one of the tables in the back. When we had shrugged our jackets off and sat down – my gaze still locked on Adam the entire time – Mike kicked my ankle under the table, grinning like an idiot. “I knew you’d like him. Now let’s see we can get you laid too.”

I groaned loudly. Images of Adam naked above me, holding me down and taking me apart with slow deliberate thrusts almost did take me apart. I desperately needed to focus on something else, anything! Otherwise I was gonna come in my pants, and I'd never done that before. Didn't want to start now.

“Shut up! I’m capable of that on my own; don’t need you to set me up for a pity fuck.”

Mike laughed loudly and asked, “More booze then?”

“Yes please, more booze!”

I was so relieved that the bar was popular and therefore, crowded. It let me watch Adam without him spotting me.  Adam sang three more songs and I tried my best not to be too obvious about staring at him all the damn time or at least keep the drooling to a minimum. Mike noticed he had to, but he didn’t comment he just made sure that my glass wasn’t empty, chatted about mindless things and smiling knowingly when I squirmed too much in my chair. My fucking boner was killing me to the point where it wasn’t even funny.

There was a short pause before the next song because Adam needed a gulp of water and to dry off his face. After putting the towel away Adam turned and looked right across the room and spotted me. First his eyes went wide, then a huge but somehow tender smile spread across his face, keeping me trapped in his gaze he said something to the guitarist who laughed and gave Adam a one armed hug. The wolf immediately fought me for control and Mike put a hand on my arm, just to remind me where we were. Everything in me wanted to make sure the guitarist never touched Adam again; I’ve never felt this territorial about anyone before.

You okay Ratliff?

Damn that meant he was worried, Mike only used telepathy as a last resort. Trying to calm him, I looked away from Adam and caught Mike’s worried glance before responding, yeah. I’m good.

He snorted loudly and shook his head.

“Liar. Want another drink?”

Adam and band were ready and a new beat started. I never got around to answering Mike's question because Adam looked directly at me when he started to sing the lyrics to the new song.

There he goes
My baby walks so slow
Sexual tic-tac-toe
Yeah, I know we both know
It isn't time, no
But would you be m-mine?

I’m pretty sure my heart skipped several beats before it started trying to pound its way out of my chest. Mike shot me a quick look and then he bumped our shoulders together. “Somebody could get very lucky tonight. Go tiger.”

I blushed violently and told him to fuck off. Adam kept flirting from the stage, hard core flirting I might add.

We'll never get too far
Just you, me, and the bar
Kind of ménage à trois, sometimes
Could you be m-mine?
Would you be m-mine?
Would you be m-mine?

Oh baby, light's on
But your mom's not home
I'm sick of laying down alone, hey
With this fever, fever, yeah
My one and own
I wanna get you alone
Give you fever, fever, yeah

There it goes
You're stole my soul and so
'Cause, sweetheart
No-no-nobody a-kno-kno-knows me
Or can find me, ooh
Time to be m-mine, mine

Let's get inside your car
Just you, me and the stars
Kind of ménage à trois, sometimes
Would you be m-mine?
Would you be m-mine?
Would you be m-mine?

Halfway through the song, I had to leave. My soul hurt and I was damn close to coming in my in my pants again. Without even giving Mike a second glance, I got off the chair and headed straight for the toilet, I need to….take a piss. Mike’s laughter followed me across the room and his mocking words stung a little, yeah, keep telling yourself that.

God, I was way too obvious! I flipped him the finger right before yanking the door open. I went in the first available stall and palmed my cock through my jeans.  I locked the door and seconds later I had my cock in my hand.  Closing my eyes and visualizing Adam singing those lyrics to me had me coming three strokes later so hard my knees buckled and I had to lean on the door to keep me upright.

I was totally hiding out in the bathroom, unable to decide if I was deliriously happy that he saw me and wanting to go to him, or if I should be kicking myself because I was weak and hadn't given one thought to my pack's future.

When I pulled myself together enough to risk facing Mike I left the bathroom, my head still in the clouds dreaming of what could be and ran straight into a tall guy blocking my way. “Hmpf, sorry dude I didn’t mean-”

I almost swallowed my tongue because the dude was Adam and I had my fucking palms on his chest.  A broad happy smile appeared when he recognized me, he immediately put his hands on top of mine and held them there, thumbs running across the backs of my hands in a caress I’m sure he wasn’t even aware of.

“You? Wolf! I was looking all over for you.”

I could feel his heartbeat and the sensation stole my words.

"Yeah me….”

“What’s your name? Tell me your name.”  He squeezed my hands a bit. I shook my head, “Bad idea Adam.”

I heard Mike’s voice calling out to me and then he jumped me from behind hugging me tightly halfway barking into my ear, “Tommy Joe Ratliff where the hell did you go?”

I groaned. And wished he would go to hell. Adam smirked and said my name, like he enjoyed the way it rolled of his tongue.  “Tommy Joe?”

I nodded, so now he knew.

Mike was oblivious to what was going on and kept talking in my ear, “Dude where did you disappear to? Mia and the rest of the gang joined us, you’re missed dude.” He looked at Adam and stepped back and filthy grin played on his face. “Oh I see. You were about to get lucky, I’ll leave you to it then.”

I could only focus on one of the words he said. “Mia?” I asked quietly, trying to pull my hands out of Adam's grasp, but he held tight, not letting go.

“Hey there, love.” Mia kept her voice low and soft, if I hadn't known her my entire life, I would never had recognized the pain hiding there. She snuggled in under my armpit and kissed my jaw nuzzling her nose along the line of it. Greeting me wolf like was playing dirty, but I didn’t blame her. She'd made her point, wanting me to focus on the pack. And it worked. I pulled my hands out from under Adam’s and he let go of them reluctantly, eyeing us suspiciously.

“H…hi.” Damn it I was stuttering and I hadn’t done anything. Adam looked like something clicked when he was watching Mia and he asked in wonder, “Oh my god, you’re the brown one aren’t you?”

“I’m sorry?”

I almost wanted to laugh; she was so taken aback with that question that her jaw dropped. She looked adorable. Adam went on and if I hadn't, or rather all three of us, been able to smell his jealous when he looked at Mia cuddled against my side, none of us would have guessed it.

“Thank you! For your help, for your courage. I owe you my life.”

Mia tensed and she didn’t bother with disguising her scent so her confusion over Adam’s reaction and her feelings of betrayal over me were easy to recognize. She didn’t look at Adam when she answered; instead she played the jealous girlfriend and stared at me. “Naw, that would be Tommy’s doing. I saved his ass not yours.”

Her attitude was rude, and quite frankly I got more than irritated, Adam had done nothing wrong.

“Mia!” I hissed in a low reprimanding tone.

Her gaze softened a little and she took a step back grabbing one of my hands and tugging it a little, wanting me to follow her.  “That’s me! I need you on the dancefloor.”

Mike stood two steps away looking back and forth between all three of us and I could actually see how he struggled to get the pieces of the puzzle fit together, he eyed me suspiciously and asked, “What’s going on? What are you all talking about? What the hell did I miss?”

We all ignored him, too much going on between us to bother dragging another person into it. Mia tugged my arm again, stronger this time and Adam reached out a hand for me, brushing it along my sleeve down to my wrist, a  pleading look in his eyes.  I shivered all over at the contact.

“Please let me buy you guys a drink, let me show my appreciation.”

She shook her head but the hardness was gone from her voice when she said, “Not needed dude.” She looked at me as if she wanted to make sure I had heard the peace offering.” Tommy?! Baby? Are you coming?” one more tug at my hand, more insistent, desperate almost, which was probably even worse. Pissed off I can handle anytime, but sad or guilty Mia, yeah not so much. I needed to talk to Adam, to somehow explain, I could see the pain and confusion on his face and didn’t want to leave him like that.

“Yeah. In a minute. Give me a fucking minute Mia?” I knew it was a lot to ask and it must have shone through because Adam removed his hand and shoved it deep into his pocket.

“No I don’t want to cause you any problems with your girlfriend. I’ll be in the forest tomorrow, like I told you.  We can talk there if you want to.” Oh shit that was too much information. Mia zoomed in on it immediately and her anger made the air surrounding us heavy and thick. She took a step towards Adam, getting right up in his business.

“Mate. I’m his mate. That is if you two don’t fuck things up. And screw the rest of us all over.”

She turned and glared at me. “And you! Did you see him in the forest today? Damn it Tommy, you told me you could handle it. That is not handling it. You want out? Then fucking tell me and we’ll deal somehow but don’t you dare lie to me. We’re too important to each other for that.”

“What?......Mate?” Adam whispered and then he swallowed loudly. I could only imagine the hurt he must be feeling right now and how confused he must be.  But I couldn't focus on that, I was too busy doing damage control to actually notice how his scent changed.

I took Mia by her shoulders and held her in a firm grip.

“Mia! Not here! And who the fuck insisted on me going out there??  Now go. I’ll be there in a minute.” I turned to look at Mike, “Mike please? Get her out of here? I’ll explain later I promise.”

Mike shrugged, then nodded and wrapped an arm around Mia’s shoulder.

“Naw, I think I understand now, congrats dude.”

I was so utterly surprised, not that he figured out but that he just sounded so sincere when he congratulated me. Mia looked surprised too, her eyebrows went up dramatically and Mike snorted, “Whatever Mia, he deserves this, if anyone does it’s him. We’ll survive, that’s what we do. And if you’ll no longer be tied to him, then maybe you could, I don’t know…see someone else?”

That probably should have set me off, made me jealous as hell. Instead warm happy feelings spread through my body. They could be cute together. Not that it would happen, but it was a nice thought.

chapter 5

Tags: adam lambert, adam/tommy, tommy joe ratliff, werewolves
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