lovenhardt1 (lovenhardt1) wrote,

Wicked Game. Part 4

Wicked Game.
Author: lovenhardt1
Banner: qafmaniac Who is made of awesome!!!! OMG girl I love you so hard”
Wordcount: 23.341 This part: 4401.
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.

They end up staying in school for the rest of their classes, probably because two of them are shared but also because they needed the time to reconnect in a mostly neutral place. There’s still some nervous energy strumming between them but the time spent sitting next to each other eases it a bit.

On the way home Adam links their hands together and Tommy smiles up at him. He looks truly happy for the first time since the day after Adam asked him to go to the prom with him and peace settles in the pit of Adam’s stomach. He has every intention of making Tommy feel good, really good when they get home. His mom kind of ruins that.

They’re half the way up the driveway when Adam spots the car. “Shit.” The word is hissed out between clenched teeth and he stops walking.

Startled Tommy looks up at him. “Sorry, what?”

Adam jerks his head in the direction of the car. “Mom’s home.”

Tommy stares at him. “And?”

Adam is disappointed, almost angry at his mom for fucking up his plans but the puzzled look on Tommy’s face makes him a little sad. Normally, Tommy would be the first to catch on to where Adam’s mind is going, especially if it is in the gutter. That he doesn't, makes it painfully clear to Adam just how far he pushed Tommy away. He turns to face Tommy and in a suggestive tone murmurs, “I was gonna show you that I was done being an ass.”

Confusion makes place for mischief. “Oh. Really?”


Tilting his head and pulling Adam closer Tommy says, “We’ve fooled around with your mom in the house before. I can be quiet.”

Adam nods, he knows. “Can we just go to your house? I don’t want you to be quiet.”

Tommy grins and snakes his arms around Adam’s neck. “Mom’s sleeping now. Nightshift. But yeah we can do that, we still have to be quiet, though.”

Adam kisses Tommy lightly before taking his hand to lead the way. They get to the pavement before Leila’s voice rings clear behind them.  “Adam. Tommy. Where do you think you’re going?”

Slowly the boys turn around. Adam is the first one to answer. “Tommy’s place.”

Tommy gives her a little wave and smiles. “Hi Leila.”

She smiles back at him and returns the wave. “What’s wrong with this house?” she asks Adam. “Since you’re already here.”

“Nothing.” Adam mutters, he can’t very well tell her why.

“Oh.” Leila says, waiting for Adam to come up with something better.

Tommy’s playful nudge with an elbow to Adam’s side and his not so subtle snicker clarifies it, though. 

“Ooooh. You wanted privacy.” She says in a knowing tone.

It’s embarrassing as hell and even worse it makes Adam blush. “Mom,” he whines.

She sighs and shakes her head. “Get in here and sit your behinds on a kitchen chair. I need to talk to both of you. There’s tea if you want it,” she says before turning her back on them.

They don’t really have any other choice but to follow her inside. There’s not really any doubt about what this talk will contain and Adam sulks the whole way.  Way to ruin the fucking mood. And why on all days does she choose the one when he's trying to makeup with his fucking boyfriend?  Adam imagines this talk would be bad enough alone. But this? This is horrible.

Tommy laces their fingers together and runs his thumb in comforting circles. “Ease up honey. It’s not that bad.”

Adam shoots Tommy a glare. “Really? You don’t think so? She finally decides to get her head out of the sand and recognize the fact that I’m a sexual creature and she decides to do it while my boyfriend is here?! I’m mortified.”

In a soft and quiet voice Tommy says, “We’ll live. You’ll see.”

When they get into the kitchen Leila has already put two new mugs on the table and acting as if this is just any other normal conversation, she's opened the cookie jar and put that in the middle of the table, too.  Adam’s pretty sure he never wanted a cookie less in his entire life.

“Sit.” Leila says and points to the chairs.

Tommy does as suggested and reaches for the cookies.  Adam catches his eyes and stares at him for a long second, Tommy’s hand hovers just above the jar, “What?” Tommy says and Adam snorts.  Tommy giggles and takes a cookie and makes a show out of it when he takes a bite of it.

Standing with his hand on the back of his chair, Adam pleads with his mother in the most pitiful voice he can muster. “Is there any way we can do this later, Mom?”

“No.” she looks pointedly at the chair and Adam sighs and sits down.

“But first things first. Are you two okay? Are things working out between you two?” she looks at Adam first and then Tommy.

Adam sees genuine care and knows she’s been worried about them.  He appreciates that, he really does. It doesn’t make any of this less awkward, though.

“Of course they are.” Adam says and takes Tommy’s hand, squeezes it lightly.

Tommy offers him a smile in return.

“Tommy?” Leila asks.

Tommy looks at Leila and nods. “Yeah, we’re good. It’s been a couple of bad weeks but I think Adam got the reassurance he needed today and  he knows I’m his and not interested in being anyone else’s.”

“Hmm.” Her eyes flicker to meet Adam’s and then skate back to Tommy. “Are you okay?” she asks, holding his gaze.

Adam never doubted that his mother was fond of his boyfriend but this almost feels like she’s more concerned about Tommy than him. It’s not like he dislikes the feeling, it’s more like he doesn’t know what to think of it.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Tommy answers, suddenly looking a little shy.

He worries his lip and looks at Adam searchingly.  “Why wouldn’t I be?” he says with a little shrug.

Leila reaches across the table to grab the hand Adam isn’t holding on to. Her voice is smooth and low, caring. “Because of that look right there! Because you only mentioned how Adam was feeling and because I see you two holding hands and being cuddly for the first time in two weeks. Because of the need for privacy.”

Tommy frowns.  “I don’t follow you.” he says.

Leila lets go of his hand and leans back in her chair. She sips her tea and looks at Adam.  Adam tries to prepare himself for what he knows is coming.

“You might think I didn't know you were having sex. I do. I see the evidence of that pretty clearly. I’m also pretty convinced that if me and your Dad were setting up a shit ton of rules and boundaries then you’d just have sex in less safe places. I was a teenager once! And I do remember how it was.”

Adam blushes deeply but continues to listen intently.

“I trust you when it comes to being safe, I believe I brought up a smart kid, but I admit I talked it over with Dia and Ron and I know for a fact that this is something that’s been talked about in the Ratliff household more than once.” She looks at Tommy for confirmation.

“Yeah, we had the whole safe sex talk the very first time I told Mom about how Adam made me feel.”

Adam already knew this but the calm way Tommy just says it makes him believe he’s got the most amazing boyfriend in the world. Damn Adam would just about give his right arm to be this confident about all things related to sex. He isn’t and on top of that he’s confused. “So what’s this about if you trust us to be safe?”

“It’s about being emotionally responsible as well. When you have sex it’s supposed to be about all the good things that person makes you feel. About love, not guilt or as a reward.”


“Yes, Adam.” She looks at him with a soft gaze. “I’m not blind and I’m not stupid either. You weren’t happy with a choice Tommy made and you cut him off from all physical contact.  And you,” she looks at Tommy, “went all quiet and withdrawn around Adam. I will not meddle in how you two deal with hard times but I want to make sure you come out alright on the other side of it. Just promise me you talked things over, that you both were reassured before rushing upstairs to reconnect physically. Promise me that.” She looks at Adam first, then Tommy.  “Trust me, I know how important it is to feel close again but that’ll only really happen if you’re doing it up here first,” she taps her forehead.

“Oh, I get your point now.” Tommy says.

“Good. Do you?” Leila looks at her son.

“Yeah.” Adam says and fidgets in his chair.

He feels terrible, his mom was right.  Not only had he punished Tommy by withholding sex, he'd tried to make it up to Tommy with sex.  What's worse, is Tommy would have let him and now Adam feels like shit. They need to talk some more. He has to let Tommy know he is loved and wanted with his words too, if he wants Tommy to feel safe and relaxed again. It sucks when your mom schools you like that.

Adam catches his mother’s gaze and he can see she knows what he's thinking. “Now run along and get whatever was in the way sorted out properly.” She says with a reassuring smile.


When the door to Adam's room closes behind them Adam lets out a loud groan and puts his face in his palms. “I can’t believe she pulled us in to talk about this.”

Tommy’s arms circle his waist and a soft kiss is pressed to Adam’s hands. ”I think she was rather cool about it actually.”

Adam lets his hands fall to his sides and puts their foreheads together. Tommy cradles his face with his hands and with laughter playing in his voice he says, “I mean my mom did the whole tab A goes into slot B and the importance of condoms and lube. Oh yeah, and she made it pretty clear that I was always allowed the privacy of a closed door but she’d like the same kind of discretion and respect that her and Dad show me and sis. That mental image was by far the worst in that conversation.”

Adam chuckles, “I can only imagine.”

Tommy lets laughter out, rich and warm. “No, really, please don’t. Because eww.”

“I’m actually a little floored that she doesn’t mind.” Adam says thoughtfully, because if he is honest with himself, he never expected is too be this easy.

“Why? Your Mom is awesome.”

“Yeah, but still, and for the record I still think it was a terrible talk.”

“No, she cares; she wants us to be okay. I think that’s lovely.”

Adam snorts. “She thinks that we haven’t sorted things out and all I care about is fucking you into the mattress.”

Tommy snorts softly too.  He lets go of Adam’s face to go sit on the bed and there's an edge to his voice and a little bit of hurt lingering there when he starts talking. “We both know that’s not the case. She might be right, though. I mean, I know the last weeks have been rough on you and I wish that wasn’t the case. But they've been rough on me too and I was totally the one bringing up the cockblocking. I never meant to guilt you into making out with me but I guess that’s exactly what I was doing.”

Adam watches Tommy pick at a cuticle and hates the fact there’s still this weird distance between them. He crosses the floor and sits down next to Tommy and takes a hold of his hand. “Oh no, baby. I’m sure mom meant it the other way around. And please don’t think that. I love you and I want to be with you. Making out with you is never a hardship. I’d do it all day if I could.”

Tommy turns a little and pulls a leg up under him. He looks Adam in the eye. “It felt like it was- you got jealous and stopped wanting to be with me, stopped touching me or kissing me and it hurt. It hurt so fucking bad Adam. I guess your insecurity ignited the same thing in me and maybe it got worse because you still don’t want to try to actually fuck me. I don’t even know. But I’ve never been this insecure about anything before. Never.”

“I’m sorry I did that. I didn’t know how to cope. I was so scared of losing you and when you kissed me all I could think about was you kissing Abigail and if her feeling the same thing I was feeling. Like, the soft pressure of your lips, the slow glide of your tongue and it drove me insane.” Adam pulls a deep breath into his lungs and hopes with everything he’s got that Tommy will understand him.

“And I do want that baby. To make love to you, but I’m so scared I’ll hurt you. I’m scared that when we try it you’ll never want it again, that I’m not gonna be good enough and all that just made everything that went on with Abigail even worse. I was so sure you’d realize that it would be better off with a girl, with her.”

Tommy blinks, “That’s why? You’re scared of hurting me?”


Tommy puts a hand on Adam’s thigh and leans forward to kiss Adam gently on the lips. “Practice makes perfect honey,” He whispers softly.

“Yeah, that’s pretty much what Danielle said too, that and preparation.”

“She’s a smart chick.” Tommy kisses him again, lingering longer, adding a bit of tongue to the kiss.

“Hmm.” Adam hums, because, really who can argue with that while your boyfriend is kissing you so sweetly it ought to come with a sugar warning.

“Don’t hide from me Adam,” Tommy says when they part. “I can’t deal when you do and we're in this together.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that it’s a first for me too and just like you I think shit up, but then I realize we’re good at everything else when we actually remember to talk to each other and we’ll be good at this too.”

Adam is a little shell-shocked. Tommy has been leading the way ever since they got together.  Adam might be the one to take over once Tommy opens the door but not once has Adam been the one to initiate something and this is the very first time Tommy has ever mentioned being scared too. It’s a relief actually, the knowledge that they share it. It makes it less threatening somehow.

Adam smacks a kiss on Tommy’s cheek and grins. “Wait here, I want to ask Mom something.”

Tommy sends him a quizzical look when he trots across the floor. “What?”

“Just stay here, okay?”


Adam stomps down the stairs in a hurry and goes straight for the kitchen where his mom is sitting, reading her new paper. She looks up when he’s right next to her.  Adam almost chickens out but damnit there’s something he really wants, like burning. “Hey Mom, can Tommy spend the night?”

There haven’t been many sleepovers in the time they’ve been dating. They didn’t really believe their parents knew about their sexy times and they live too close to each other to really make it about wanting more time together. Now however, Adam wants that to change and he prays his mom will understand.

Leila looks Adam in the eye for a little while before agreeing. “Sure, if it's okay with his parents.”

“Thanks Mom.” Adam kisses her on the cheek and runs back to tell Tommy.

A couple of hours later Tommy is leaning against the doorframe with his backpack over his shoulder, ready to spend the night with Adam.

“Hi.” Adam goes to envelope Tommy in a hug.

Tommy clings to him. “Hi.” He murmurs into the crook of Adam’s neck.  “This is strange. I’m kinda nervous.”

“Why?” Adam leans back, trying to catch Tommy’s gaze but Tommy follows and Adam is sure he’s hiding behind the need to cuddle.

“Because, uhm, because now there’s expectations and your parents know and- - I’m being stupid I know.”

This time Adam puts his hands at Tommy’s shoulders, holding him until Tommy meets his gaze and explains.

“It’s just normally fooling around just happens. And now it’s like, we haven’t done anything the last couple of weeks and it’s like we’re supposed to. I’m not making any sense.”

“Yeah, you are. We don’t have to do anything. I’ll be okay with getting to sleep with you in my arms. Really Tommy. I want this because it’s not something we usually get to do and I feel like we need to spend some quality time together.”

Adam feels the tension slowly leave Tommy and sees how a smile starts in his eyes and then lights up his entire face. Adam reaches out to touch that smile when his mom knocks on the open door. “So boys! We’re taking Neil to the movies.”

Both boys look at her. “Oh.” Adam says.

“You can tag along if you want to or you can stay here?”

Not much of a choice really but for good measure Adam asks Tommy. “You wanna go with them or watch a movie here?”

Tommy bites his lip and sends Leila an unsure smile. “I wanna stay here.”

“Okay.” She says, “See you two in a couple of hours.”

She leaves them and a few minutes later the house is silent. “Oh. My. God. They we’re totes giving us space. How are my parents real?” Adam laughs when he flops down on the bed.

When Tommy doesn’t answer right away Adam gets worried; he rolls onto his side and watches his boyfriend fiddle with something on the desk. “Tommy?”

Tommy ‘s gaze meets Adam’s briefly and skitters away again. “They’re cool yeah.”

Adam gets off the bed again. “Hey baby, this doesn’t mean we have to--”

“I know. I know.”

“Watch a movie with me?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Adam starts the movie and gets comfortable and Tommy snuggles into Adam’s warmth immediately. Adam smiles and tugs him a bit closer, loving the contented sounds coming from Tommy.

It doesn’t take long, though, before snuggling to the movie turns to straying caresses which turn to groping and hungry kisses. When that happens, it takes even less time for clothes to disappear and naked bodies to be entwined.

“I need.” Tommy pants between heated kisses and frantic moves of restless hips. “Jesus, Adam I want.”

“What baby? Tell me.” Adam rains kisses along his neck before putting a little space between them so he can look at Tommy spread out beneath him. Tommy puts a hand on top of Adam’s guiding him down between his thighs. “Please.” Tommy whispers and shifts his hips restlessly, needy.

Adam’s body is on fire, electrified. His gaze darts up to Tommy’s face, his eyes are clouded with desire and pure lust. He closes his eyes for a second and tries to breathe steadily not quite ready for Tommy to see the impact this has on him.

“Please Adam. Just your fingers. I can't stop thinking about it. You inside me. Please. I fucking jerk off to the image every night.” Tommy puts pressure on Adam’s hand, urging him on.

Adam swallows and brushes the puckered skin in a delicate almost there touch. “You think about this?” Adam’s eyes are glued to Tommy’s face, to his slightly parted, wet lips, and his darkened eyes.

Tommy keeps his gaze locked for a second before nodding. “Your hands.  I think about them, how they touch me. How I want them to open me up, get me ready for you.” Tommy’s breath hitches when Adam teases with his fingers, circling Tommy's entrance with careful caresses and just enough pressure to make the intent clear.

“Lube.” Tommy murmurs, “we need lube.”

Adam trails his fingers across Tommy’s flat stomach in a fleeting touch before he leans in and reaches over Tommy to find the lube in the drawer.

He captures Tommy’s lips in a desperate kiss before getting back between Tommy’s thighs. He lets his fingers run up the inner side and the way Tommy’s muscles flutter with anticipation at his touch makes Adam’s cock throb and his mouth waters when sees Tommy’s hard flesh leaking and wet. He tosses the lube next to them on the bed before he loops his fingers around Tommy’s cock.

“Oh, fuck yeah.” Tommy moans and his hips move in tiny little snaps as he fucks up into Adam’s hand. Adam jerks him off with slow and steady strokes, twisting his wrist just the way he knows Tommy loves.

Tommy reaches up and pulls Adam down for a frantic kiss, holding on to him with fingers playing in Adam’s hair. Adam lets go of Tommy’s dick to let his hand brush over Tommy’s sack tracing the perineum adding just the right amount of pressure to make Tommy squirm. “Have you done this before? To yourself?” Adam knows he sounds just as breathless as he feels with his heart hammering in his chest and so fucking turned on it hurts.

Tommy nods and opens his legs even further before pushing the lube back in Adam’s hand. It’s as much a demand as it is a plea. Adam pops the lid and squirts lube onto his fingers. He smears it around a little and the dazed smile he receives from Tommy makes it so easy to just lean down and kiss him and then gently press against his hole.

Tommy’s hands move restlessly in his hair and down to his shoulders but Adam tries to focus on his own hands. Tommy is so fucking warm and tight and smooth when he pushes in. The small whimper he swallows from Tommy gives Adam the courage to push further in. Slow and easy and after a couple of seconds Tommy pushes back too.

“Oh fuck.” Tommy pants against Adam’s cheek.

His breath is hot and moist and it makes Adam shiver. His body is wound tight with pleasure just from the way Tommy sounds, the way he feels and the empowering knowledge that he’s the one making his boyfriend a writhing gorgeous mess.

Adam holds Tommy’s hips still with the hand that’s not between his legs and pushes away his own needs wanting to concentrate on Tommy, on opening him slowly and patiently.

Tommy pants brokenly, head thrown back on the pillow and hands clenching the sheets desperately. “More, Adam please.”

Adam adds another finger but pauses when Tommy tenses at the pressure.

“I’m okay” Tommy murmurs. “I’m okay. Please just move.”

He thrusts down on Adam’s fingers, fucking himself and Adam’s body is zinging with gorgeous tension. Adam stretches Tommy hole and finds a rhythm that seems to work. When Tommy relaxes and starts to loosen up Adam twists his fingers against Tommy’s velvety insides.

“Jesus.” Tommy says, arching up as much as Adam’s hand his hip lets him.  Adam watches in fascination as Tommy's cock twitches and another bead of pre-come bead up and spills out. 

“Do that again.”

“Bossy.” Adam grins and tries to find the spot that made Tommy come off the bed again and it is fucking glorious when he does. Tommy thrashes on the mattress.  He's as loud as Adam has ever heard him, broken sounds pouring from him in an endless plea for Adam to keep doing whatever he's doing.

Adam watches mesmerized as every fiber in Tommy’s body tightens, he knows Tommy’s getting close. Tommy grabs his dick with his hand, stroking himself.  Adam recognizes a whimper as his own when he sees Tommy squeeze the head a little, smearing the pre-come that bubbles over the tip with a downward stroke. Adam’s hand is still on Tommy’s abdomen and it rises and falls with every hard breath coming from Tommy. The other hand is thrusting in and out of Tommy, a little deeper each time. When Tommy arches off the bed and comes with a cry, spilling warm and wet over his fingers and stomach Adam’s breath is forced form his lungs. He gasps and tries to hold his own orgasm back. He barely succeeds.

“Come here.” Tommy says huskily and when Adam crawls up his body, his dick is painfully hard. The back of Tommy’s hand brushes against the heated skin of Adam’s chest and stomach before he dips his fingers in the cooling come on his own to slick Adam’s cock and start jerking him off.

Adam leans forward to taste the salt on Tommy’s skin, licking a wet trail up his neck, biting down on the corded stretch Tommy exposes when he rolls his head to make space for him. A whine is ripped from Tommy and his hand speeds up taking Adam to the edge in a few strokes. With a pained whimper Adam squirts all over Tommy’s belly, adding to the sexy mess that’s already there.

Boneless and blissed out he collapses onto his boyfriend. Tommy groans and wraps himself around Adam, clinging to him.

“You smell so good.” Adam whispers and nuzzles Tommy’s chest with his nose.

Tommy chuckles. “I smell like sweat and come.”

“Yeah and something that’s just you. Unique. I love that scent.”

Tommy’s pushes at Adam’s shoulder weakly. “That might be but I think we should shower and get in our PJ’s before you family gets home. I realize they already know what we’ve been up to but…”

“Yeah."  Adam rolls off Tommy and then the bed. He offers Tommy his hand. “Shower with me?” he asks smirking. Tommy takes his hand, grinning.

Once Tommy is on his feet Adam wraps his arms around him. “I love you.” Adam says softly into the shell of Tommy’s ear.

Tommy sighs happily and says it back.

read on.

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