
Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/403360.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Adam_Lambert_(Musician), Tommy_Ratliff_(Musician), Glam_Rock_RPF
  Relationship:
      Brad_Bell/Tommy_Ratliff
  Character:
      Tommy_Ratliff, Brad_Bell
  Additional Tags:
      Community:_glam_100, Alternate_Universe
  Series:
      Part 13 of Glam_100_Drabbles
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-05-12 Words: 800
****** Like Lovers Do ******
by toobusy2write
Summary
     AU; Brad and Tommy find companionship with each other under shitty
     circumstances.
     Written for PROMPT #033: STARING AT THE CEILING IN THE DARK at
     glam_100 over on Livejournal.
Notes
     Originally posted here.
     Word_Count: 8 x 100 words
     Warning(s): Underage (the boys are about 16 here)
     Author's_note_#1: Back story: Brad's the same age as Tommy, both boys
     are teenagers, and Tommy and Brad have been sent (Tommy from
     California and Brad from Texas) to a Christian youth camp for
     teenagers in Arizona by their parents under the misguided notion that
     Tommy and Brad just need to find their way back to their faith. The
     camp isn't a cover to reform gay kids, though. That's another story
     for another day.
     Author's_note_#2: Hugs to @leela_cat for the beta! Title was taken
     from Here Comes The Rain Again by the Eurythmics, which was on repeat
     as I wrote this.
"Shh, you have to be quiet." Warm air puffed across Tommy's skin with each
whispered word from Brad's mouth.
Tommy stared at the ceiling in the dark of the cabin as the hand fisting his
cock started moving again. The white of the sheet covering his naked body
flashed in the moonlight. rising and falling each time Brad's hand slid up and
down.
A moan of pleasure bubbled up from Tommy's throat, and he bit into his bottom
lip in an attempt to stop it from breaking free. Thankfully, Brad's free hand
slid across Tommy's mouth to help silence him.
 
                                      ~*~
 
"God, you've got such a nice dick," Brad whispered, hand twisting slightly on
the upstroke, thumb rubbing over the head of Tommy's cock.
Tommy bucked into Brad's hand, then froze at a sound from across the room.
Shit. Fuck. Heartbeat pounding in his ears, Tommy held his breath, staring up
at the ceiling like doing so would stop them from being discovered, Brad's
equally motionless body pressed alongside his. If Danny, their roommate, woke
up, they were fucked.
Danny shifted and settled. Tommy exhaled through his nose, shivering a little
as Brad's sigh of relief ghosted across his bare neck.
 
                                      ~*~
 
Brad pressed his mouth to Tommy's bare shoulder, muffling a groan as he ground
his hard-on against Tommy's thigh.
Eyes fixed on the ceiling, Tommy gasped into the hand covering his mouth,
marveling at how he'd ended up on his back with another dude's hand on his
dick. He had always considered himself straight, despite finding certain guys
attractive now and then. Hell, he'd even pictured a couple of them naked. It
wasn't something that turned him off, but it didn't get him hard or make him
want to beat off, either, not the way thinking about naked girls did.
 
                                      ~*~
 
Outside, leaves rustled in the wind and moonlight, casting shadows that danced
across the ceiling, reminding Tommy of his first night at camp, staring up at
the same patterns, dumbfounded that his fucking parents had dumped him there.
When he'd come home wearing nail polish, they'd taken away his internet. He'd
retaliated by coming home wearing eyeliner a few days later. They countered by
taking away his car. Furious, Tommy had upped the ante by bringing home a
friend, Chris and flirting with him right in front of them. The next day, Tommy
had been shipped off to bible camp.
 
                                      ~*~
 
When Tommy had started flirting with Brad at camp, he'd been trying to get
himself thrown out. Then something had shifted and suddenly it wasn't about
rebellion. It was about finding someone who understood, someone whose parents
were just as fucked in the head as his.
So when Brad had slipped into Tommy's bed after lights out, hand headed south,
saying that orientation didn't matter, pleasure was pleasure, Tommy hadn't
objected.
Closing his eyes against the shadows, Tommy pushed down his anger toward his
asshole parents and focused on Brad. When Tommy's balls drew up, he knew Brad
was right.
 
                                      ~*~
 
"Almost there?" Brad asked next to his ear, so quietly that Tommy almost missed
the words.
Tommy nodded, and Brad tightened the tunnel of his fist until Tommy had no
choice but to arch off the bed and fuck up into it. When he came, he bit into
the pad of Brad's hand to stop himself from crying out as the pressure inside
him exploded, pleasure crashing through him like a hurricane force wind until
Tommy was left panting against Brad's hand, staring at the shadowy ceiling in
dazed amazement.
"Fucking hot," Brad whispered, hips rutting restlessly against Tommy's thigh.
 
                                      ~*~
 
Once feeling returned to Tommy's limbs and his vision cleared enough that the
dancing shadows on the ceiling looked like leaves again instead of shapeless
blobs, he pushed Brad's hands away and turned onto his side, facing him. Palm
against Brad's chest, Tommy pressed him onto his back.
"Your turn," Tommy whispered, reaching under the sheet, fingers skimming down
Brad's flat stomach until the side of his hand bumped into the wet tip of
Brad's cock.
Biting his bottom lip, Tommy closed his fist around it, testing the feel, the
angle, the weight of it, and deciding he liked it.
 
                                      ~*~
 
A handful of strokes was all it took. With a silent cry, Brad came wet and hot
over Tommy's hand.
Tommy stretched an arm out over his pillow and laid his head on it, studying
Brad's profile as he tried to catch his breath.
Eventually, Brad turned his head and smiled at Tommy. "That was hot."
Tommy grinned. "Yeah it was."
"Hot enough that it'll happen again?" Brad asked hopefully.
Tommy turned onto his back and stared at the ceiling as he considered it.
After a moment, he reached over and laced sticky fingers with Brad's under the
sheet. "Definitely."
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