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linzeestyle) wrote2010-02-23 10:22 pm
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Ficlet: Summerboy
Obligatory Cabo fic! This finishes up my Lambliff Triple Feature, which consists of three stories that have absolutely nothing to do with each other but for the fact they are (a) all porny, (b) all too short to be posted alone, and (c) all attempts on my part to get more comfortable with Tommy and the Adam/Tommy dynamic before I start writing longer stories.
Summerboy
(Adam/Tommy)(NC-17)(1914)
The view from Adam's suite makes the whole trip worth it. The view, and the private hot tub, out on the balcony where Tommy can watch the lights and the ocean without having to move, chin pillowed on his arms and jets of hot water pressing against his ribs and blowing bubbles along his spine. He's lost track of how long he's been in here -- he's watched the sun go down, at least, but it's not like he has anywhere else to be.
"You're going to get pruny."
Tommy tips his head back to look at Adam, lounging out on one of the patio recliners and looking at Tommy over sunglasses he hasn't needed for at least an hour.
"Hey, I'm into pruny. Older men are a turn-on." Adam scrunches his nose, making the glasses tilt crooked. Tommy really wants to pull them off, but he settles for waving a sloppy hand in Adam's direction, nearly knocking over the empty remnants of his third margarita. "We've got this whole place to ourselves and you're wasting it." He's gratified when Adam finally ditches the ugly glasses, grabbing his terry robe and padding over to sit on the edge of the hot tub. The robe goes on the cement behind him; Adam spreads it out carefully before he swings his legs into the water.
"Not gonna get in?"
"This is a better angle." The way his hand tangles in the back of Tommy's hair doesn't leave a lot of room for interpretation.
"Got me on a fuckin' leash," he mutters, but he doesn't mean anything by it, really. There are a lot worse things in the world, and Tommy's always liked this, having somebody else know where they're going when the ride starts. Adam laughs, and leans back while Tommy picks at Adam's wet drawstring; Tommy can feel Adam's cock, hot and already half-hard under the fabric, and shit -- he's too drunk to work knots. "Man, get this off." He whines.
"That's not my job." Adam lifts his hips up, though, enough to just push the whole thing down around his thighs, and then -- there we go. Fucking business.
Tommy's still figuring out the blow-job thing. He kind of figured it'd be easy, but there's a trick to it -- or at least, there is with Adam, because Adam's big, and kind of bossy, and Tommy grips his cock like it's a damn lollipop, kind of drunkenly trying to figure out the best way to go about this. The angle's all screwed up for throat-fucking, and that's kind of a shame. He licks the head curiously, eyes locked on Adam's face.
"Mm, you're made for this." Adam leans back on his elbows, and Tommy takes that as a cue to keep going, sucking cock in earnest, sloppy and wet and too focused on not choking himself to give a shit about the way the spit slicks his mouth and chin. He keeps his hand twisting over the part he isn't even gonna try getting into his mouth right now, and he thinks he's starting to get the hang of it when Adam stops him, tugging his hair sharply and humming.
"Hey," Tommy leans back into the water current, looking up at Adam with a lazy, sideways pout. "I'm trying to give a blow job here and you're screwing me up."
Adam smiles, scratching at Tommy's scalp. God, it feels good. He's just drunk enough to want to lean into it, closes his eyes like he's Adam's damn pet. Tommy would gladly sit up and beg for this shit.
"You're so crazy pretty." Adam sounds happy, and Tommy cracks an eye open to look at him. He's still too dry, skin only just sweat-sheened, but his dick is heavy and slick with Tommy's spit, and Tommy reaches out to drag his thumb under the head. Adam catches Tommy's arm and tugs.
"Come up here, baby."
Tommy doesn't need to be told twice. He scrabbles out of the pool, up onto Adam, and Adam leans back until he's lying against nubby fabric, beaming up at Tommy and catching strands of his chlorine-wet hair between his fingers.
"I hope green's my color, cuz that's totally where my hair's going by the time we get outta here."
Adam hums and leans up to catch Tommy's lips with his own, just briefly. It's a tease, but the best kind, and Tommy rocks down against Adam's belly, cock scalding through his wet swim trunks.
"Mmm." Tommy pulls away from Adam's mouth long enough to get the drawstring on his shorts undone, rolls off of Adam to push them down and off his hips. They end up kicked off to the side somewhere, probably on their towels, getting everything wet, but Tommy feels foggy and happy and the weather's warm and dry; they'll air out just like this, body heat and sun-stamped concrete. Tommy glances over at Adam, grinning -- Adam's turned onto his side and is watching him, lazy, like Tommy's a show Adam's paying to see.
"I could seriously just watch you," says Adam quietly.
"What's the fun there though." Tommy sits back on his haunches and stretches, fully aware of how it makes his back arc and his ribs play taut against his still-damp skin. He catches Adam watching and he knows what Adam sees: Tommy knows what he looks like, knows what image he's out to sell, what kind of people who like their boys all delicate and pretty. "Come on," he says, laying back down so he's face to face with Adam. "Lemme suck you off."
Adam reaches out and rubs a thumb over Tommy's lips, lazy and considering. Tommy's ready to roll him over and take charge here - because fuck, somebody's dick should get sucked here, like now - but Adam moves first, pulling Tommy back over onto soft fabric, holding himself above him all big and warm and familiar. Tommy stays still and just breathes in the night, chemical water and hot salty sand and the thing that's just Adam, that he's had with him all the time.
"Hold still," says Adam quietly, and Tommy's yeah, yeah trails off into a hiss when Adam's tongue touches the dip of his spine.
Tommy's up on elbows and knees before he even has to think about it. "Fuck."
It's not really rocket science to figure out where Adam's going, but Tommy's hips still buck in surprise when Adam licks down his tailbone, mouth hot and wet in contrast to the cool air. "Oh, fuck," Tommy swears. Adam's shhh isn't exactly convincing, whispered into gooseflesh. "Oh, jeez, oh shit, Adam."
"Quiet, baby." It comes out like an order, and it's reflex to listen. Tommy's mouth snaps shut and he squeezes his eyes closed tight as Adam's tongue traces his asshole.
"I could fuck you right here," Adam says, pulling back, thumb tracing Tommy's spit-slick hole. "Out here on the patio. You'd love it, wouldn't you?"
Tommy nods his head, cheek against the concrete making him realize that his arms gave out at some point. Adam leans in to lick at him again.
"Yeah, okay, just do something already, I mean it." His thighs are shaking and Adam's fucking stopped again, breath warm and teasing against Tommy's spine. He chuckles, and Tommy shudders.
"No lube out here, baby." And Tommy groans, frustrated, because he wants it, damn it: he wants to get fucked, right the fuck now.
"Fucking tease," he says, kind of whiny -- but crap, it isn't fair. "You got me worked up for no reason."
Adam pulls his hand away, and Tommy glances back to see him lick his own thumb, shiny and wet. "Shh, baby, I'll take good care of you." Adam slides closer, big warm chest pressing against Tommy's back, and Tommy's legs almost give out entirely when Adam's hand comes back against him, thumb pushing in slow. It's tight, and hot, and the friction is just this side of too much to handle, and Tommy closes his eyes and breathes in heavy, back arching and body burning as Adam presses down and twists, a little. The rest of his fingers brush over Tommy's balls, and jeez, shit, yes. Tommy makes an inarticulate sound and pushes back into it, trying to screw himself back further onto Adam's hand, into Adam's palm. He slides a hand down to wrap around his own cock, jerking clumsily. He's almost too drunk for this -- almost, but not quite.
The orgasm hits him hard, sliding through his body heady and dizzy like the alcohol. Adam strokes him through it, though, shushing words into his ear and rocking his palm against Tommy until he seriously cannot take it, pulling away and flopping over onto his back with a groan. "Ohmygod." It comes out as one word, and he giggles, feeling high and floaty and really well-fucked.
"You are so into that." Adam sounds happy, climbing up so he can brush his nose to Tommy's. His dick's hard, and Tommy wishes again there were lube. Post-orgasm fucks are the best fucks, sharp and supersaturated and almost unbearable.
Tommy can feel himself turning pink -- not so much at Adam knowing how much he loves this, but at how excited Adam sounds, like it's genuinely a surprise. "Yeah, yeah. You love it."
"I do." Adam leans down to kiss him, sloppy and catching his chin as much as his mouth, and Tommy hums and opens up for him, hand sliding down to grab Adam's cock. "Mmph." Adam pushes into Tommy's fist. "Keep doing that."
"Still wish you woulda fucked me," says Tommy, complying. He keeps his fingers wrapped around the base of Adam's dick, squirming a little until he can fit Adam's cock into the jizz-slick space between his own shaking thighs.
It's not like getting fucked, but it still feels good. Tommy lets his head fall back, because Adam's dick is rubbing against Tommy's balls, and the head keeps nudging just near where Tommy wants it, and fuck, it's a tease, but the most amazing kind. His own dick twitches again, and Tommy thinks, round two, as soon as they get upstairs. In the meantime, he digs his fingers into Adam's hair and arches up against him, closer. Adam's as drunk as he is. It won't take that long, and they can totally go again. "Come on, baby," he says into the shell of Adam's ear. "Let's go."
Adam's breath hitches when he comes, whole body tensing. Jizz slicks Tommy's thighs, mixing with the chlorine water still drying on his skin, and fuck, this is being a rock star. Tommy's pretty sure this is exactly what he signed up for, though hell if he knew it at the time. "Awesome," he says, mouth stretching into a grin as Adam shivers against him, trying to regain his bearings. "We gotta get up though, I want you to fuck me for real."
"Oh my God. You're going to kill me." Adam huffs, and buries his face in Tommy's neck for a second before flopping over beside him, tugging Tommy with him. "Gimme a second." Tommy rolls over on top of him and yeah, okay, he can do this for a minute. The night's still warm and mild around them and the light coming from the hot tub casts Adam in gilded metals. They'll move later, Tommy thinks, and shuts his eyes against the glow.
Summerboy
(Adam/Tommy)(NC-17)(1914)
The view from Adam's suite makes the whole trip worth it. The view, and the private hot tub, out on the balcony where Tommy can watch the lights and the ocean without having to move, chin pillowed on his arms and jets of hot water pressing against his ribs and blowing bubbles along his spine. He's lost track of how long he's been in here -- he's watched the sun go down, at least, but it's not like he has anywhere else to be.
"You're going to get pruny."
Tommy tips his head back to look at Adam, lounging out on one of the patio recliners and looking at Tommy over sunglasses he hasn't needed for at least an hour.
"Hey, I'm into pruny. Older men are a turn-on." Adam scrunches his nose, making the glasses tilt crooked. Tommy really wants to pull them off, but he settles for waving a sloppy hand in Adam's direction, nearly knocking over the empty remnants of his third margarita. "We've got this whole place to ourselves and you're wasting it." He's gratified when Adam finally ditches the ugly glasses, grabbing his terry robe and padding over to sit on the edge of the hot tub. The robe goes on the cement behind him; Adam spreads it out carefully before he swings his legs into the water.
"Not gonna get in?"
"This is a better angle." The way his hand tangles in the back of Tommy's hair doesn't leave a lot of room for interpretation.
"Got me on a fuckin' leash," he mutters, but he doesn't mean anything by it, really. There are a lot worse things in the world, and Tommy's always liked this, having somebody else know where they're going when the ride starts. Adam laughs, and leans back while Tommy picks at Adam's wet drawstring; Tommy can feel Adam's cock, hot and already half-hard under the fabric, and shit -- he's too drunk to work knots. "Man, get this off." He whines.
"That's not my job." Adam lifts his hips up, though, enough to just push the whole thing down around his thighs, and then -- there we go. Fucking business.
Tommy's still figuring out the blow-job thing. He kind of figured it'd be easy, but there's a trick to it -- or at least, there is with Adam, because Adam's big, and kind of bossy, and Tommy grips his cock like it's a damn lollipop, kind of drunkenly trying to figure out the best way to go about this. The angle's all screwed up for throat-fucking, and that's kind of a shame. He licks the head curiously, eyes locked on Adam's face.
"Mm, you're made for this." Adam leans back on his elbows, and Tommy takes that as a cue to keep going, sucking cock in earnest, sloppy and wet and too focused on not choking himself to give a shit about the way the spit slicks his mouth and chin. He keeps his hand twisting over the part he isn't even gonna try getting into his mouth right now, and he thinks he's starting to get the hang of it when Adam stops him, tugging his hair sharply and humming.
"Hey," Tommy leans back into the water current, looking up at Adam with a lazy, sideways pout. "I'm trying to give a blow job here and you're screwing me up."
Adam smiles, scratching at Tommy's scalp. God, it feels good. He's just drunk enough to want to lean into it, closes his eyes like he's Adam's damn pet. Tommy would gladly sit up and beg for this shit.
"You're so crazy pretty." Adam sounds happy, and Tommy cracks an eye open to look at him. He's still too dry, skin only just sweat-sheened, but his dick is heavy and slick with Tommy's spit, and Tommy reaches out to drag his thumb under the head. Adam catches Tommy's arm and tugs.
"Come up here, baby."
Tommy doesn't need to be told twice. He scrabbles out of the pool, up onto Adam, and Adam leans back until he's lying against nubby fabric, beaming up at Tommy and catching strands of his chlorine-wet hair between his fingers.
"I hope green's my color, cuz that's totally where my hair's going by the time we get outta here."
Adam hums and leans up to catch Tommy's lips with his own, just briefly. It's a tease, but the best kind, and Tommy rocks down against Adam's belly, cock scalding through his wet swim trunks.
"Mmm." Tommy pulls away from Adam's mouth long enough to get the drawstring on his shorts undone, rolls off of Adam to push them down and off his hips. They end up kicked off to the side somewhere, probably on their towels, getting everything wet, but Tommy feels foggy and happy and the weather's warm and dry; they'll air out just like this, body heat and sun-stamped concrete. Tommy glances over at Adam, grinning -- Adam's turned onto his side and is watching him, lazy, like Tommy's a show Adam's paying to see.
"I could seriously just watch you," says Adam quietly.
"What's the fun there though." Tommy sits back on his haunches and stretches, fully aware of how it makes his back arc and his ribs play taut against his still-damp skin. He catches Adam watching and he knows what Adam sees: Tommy knows what he looks like, knows what image he's out to sell, what kind of people who like their boys all delicate and pretty. "Come on," he says, laying back down so he's face to face with Adam. "Lemme suck you off."
Adam reaches out and rubs a thumb over Tommy's lips, lazy and considering. Tommy's ready to roll him over and take charge here - because fuck, somebody's dick should get sucked here, like now - but Adam moves first, pulling Tommy back over onto soft fabric, holding himself above him all big and warm and familiar. Tommy stays still and just breathes in the night, chemical water and hot salty sand and the thing that's just Adam, that he's had with him all the time.
"Hold still," says Adam quietly, and Tommy's yeah, yeah trails off into a hiss when Adam's tongue touches the dip of his spine.
Tommy's up on elbows and knees before he even has to think about it. "Fuck."
It's not really rocket science to figure out where Adam's going, but Tommy's hips still buck in surprise when Adam licks down his tailbone, mouth hot and wet in contrast to the cool air. "Oh, fuck," Tommy swears. Adam's shhh isn't exactly convincing, whispered into gooseflesh. "Oh, jeez, oh shit, Adam."
"Quiet, baby." It comes out like an order, and it's reflex to listen. Tommy's mouth snaps shut and he squeezes his eyes closed tight as Adam's tongue traces his asshole.
"I could fuck you right here," Adam says, pulling back, thumb tracing Tommy's spit-slick hole. "Out here on the patio. You'd love it, wouldn't you?"
Tommy nods his head, cheek against the concrete making him realize that his arms gave out at some point. Adam leans in to lick at him again.
"Yeah, okay, just do something already, I mean it." His thighs are shaking and Adam's fucking stopped again, breath warm and teasing against Tommy's spine. He chuckles, and Tommy shudders.
"No lube out here, baby." And Tommy groans, frustrated, because he wants it, damn it: he wants to get fucked, right the fuck now.
"Fucking tease," he says, kind of whiny -- but crap, it isn't fair. "You got me worked up for no reason."
Adam pulls his hand away, and Tommy glances back to see him lick his own thumb, shiny and wet. "Shh, baby, I'll take good care of you." Adam slides closer, big warm chest pressing against Tommy's back, and Tommy's legs almost give out entirely when Adam's hand comes back against him, thumb pushing in slow. It's tight, and hot, and the friction is just this side of too much to handle, and Tommy closes his eyes and breathes in heavy, back arching and body burning as Adam presses down and twists, a little. The rest of his fingers brush over Tommy's balls, and jeez, shit, yes. Tommy makes an inarticulate sound and pushes back into it, trying to screw himself back further onto Adam's hand, into Adam's palm. He slides a hand down to wrap around his own cock, jerking clumsily. He's almost too drunk for this -- almost, but not quite.
The orgasm hits him hard, sliding through his body heady and dizzy like the alcohol. Adam strokes him through it, though, shushing words into his ear and rocking his palm against Tommy until he seriously cannot take it, pulling away and flopping over onto his back with a groan. "Ohmygod." It comes out as one word, and he giggles, feeling high and floaty and really well-fucked.
"You are so into that." Adam sounds happy, climbing up so he can brush his nose to Tommy's. His dick's hard, and Tommy wishes again there were lube. Post-orgasm fucks are the best fucks, sharp and supersaturated and almost unbearable.
Tommy can feel himself turning pink -- not so much at Adam knowing how much he loves this, but at how excited Adam sounds, like it's genuinely a surprise. "Yeah, yeah. You love it."
"I do." Adam leans down to kiss him, sloppy and catching his chin as much as his mouth, and Tommy hums and opens up for him, hand sliding down to grab Adam's cock. "Mmph." Adam pushes into Tommy's fist. "Keep doing that."
"Still wish you woulda fucked me," says Tommy, complying. He keeps his fingers wrapped around the base of Adam's dick, squirming a little until he can fit Adam's cock into the jizz-slick space between his own shaking thighs.
It's not like getting fucked, but it still feels good. Tommy lets his head fall back, because Adam's dick is rubbing against Tommy's balls, and the head keeps nudging just near where Tommy wants it, and fuck, it's a tease, but the most amazing kind. His own dick twitches again, and Tommy thinks, round two, as soon as they get upstairs. In the meantime, he digs his fingers into Adam's hair and arches up against him, closer. Adam's as drunk as he is. It won't take that long, and they can totally go again. "Come on, baby," he says into the shell of Adam's ear. "Let's go."
Adam's breath hitches when he comes, whole body tensing. Jizz slicks Tommy's thighs, mixing with the chlorine water still drying on his skin, and fuck, this is being a rock star. Tommy's pretty sure this is exactly what he signed up for, though hell if he knew it at the time. "Awesome," he says, mouth stretching into a grin as Adam shivers against him, trying to regain his bearings. "We gotta get up though, I want you to fuck me for real."
"Oh my God. You're going to kill me." Adam huffs, and buries his face in Tommy's neck for a second before flopping over beside him, tugging Tommy with him. "Gimme a second." Tommy rolls over on top of him and yeah, okay, he can do this for a minute. The night's still warm and mild around them and the light coming from the hot tub casts Adam in gilded metals. They'll move later, Tommy thinks, and shuts his eyes against the glow.
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I CAN'T STAND IT. IT'S TOO GOOD.
...TOO GOOD.
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Tommy can feel himself turning pink -- not so much at Adam knowing how much he loves this, but at how excited Adam sounds, like it's genuinely a surprise. "Yeah, yeah. You love it."
I love this dynamic so much. Yay!
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And thank you for writing Cabo fic! There should be way more of those out there.
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*is dead* DAMN. This is super fucking amazing. That's... yeah. that's all i even got. Geez!! Yes.
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omg guh and yay and even more yay in anticipation of longer stories \o/
(PS if you haven't already get to hooplamagnet and get a copy of the ustream chat from today. tommy talking! on camera! for more than thirty seconds! :OOOO)
\o/
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