The morning came before either really wanted it to. Adam surfaced first, stretching gently against his bedmate, careful not to wake him. He looked down at the man in his arms, snuggled up to his chest so adorably, and thought back to the night before. He did it. He had gotten to have sex with Tommy Joe, with the added bonus of snuggling together in their sleep.
A smile broke out on his face as he though about it, taking Tommy's last form of virginity, making him moan the way he did, finally saying to his face that he loved him, even if it was after the smaller man was asleep. The singer couldn't help tightening his grip on the bassist, pressing him just a fraction of an inch closer to his own body.
That's when it hit him, they were still naked. Adam tried to fight off the desire to just see Tommy's nude form and failed miserably. Reluctantly, he let go of the man in his arms, gently rolling the man onto his back before swiftly flinging the sheets off of them.
Tommy murmured a bit at the sudden chill that accompanied loosing the warm flesh he'd been pressed into, but he did not wake, leaving Adam free to trace the lines of his body with his crystalline blue eyes. Tommy was slim, had very little body hair (what was there being thin and light), pale skin, and lean legs.
The singer traced his fingers along the smaller man's stomach, feeling the dips in the musculature, and smiled. In his mind, the night before hadn't been a one-time romp, it had been them making passionate love. Tommy was the first man in a long time that he had ever loved like this, and any sort of sex automatically turned to love making as he thought of it. No matter how rough, dirty, kinky, or angry the sex may ever get, they would always be making love. And Tommy had said "this time"! He didn't want to use a condom "this time", and he'd also said he wouldn't mind doing it again, meaning he wanted them to have more sex!
Feeling nearly euphoric, the natural ginger gently pulled his blond kitten to him again, wrapping him in large, freckled arms before kissing the top of his head a few times lovingly. He could see the early morning light filtering in through the window and was glad that there would be a few days before the next show. He wanted to have as much time with his kitten like this as he could.
Drawn form his musings by movement in his arms, Adam lay there and watch as his bassist woke slowly, pressing gentle kisses to Tommy's hair all the while. Sweet little mumbled groans slipped past soft pink lips, and thin arms wrapped around Adam's torso as Tommy woke.
Looking up, Tommy's eyes met Adam's, coffee meeting ocean, and Tommy smiled a bit. "Mornin' Adam," his voice was thick with sleep, and maybe a bit hoarse from his moans the night before, and he leaned up a bit, silently asking for a kiss.
"Good morning, Tommy Joe," Adam couldn't help the grin on his face as he dipped his head to press a soft, chaste kiss to the blond's lips. One kiss turned into a few short, closed-mouthed kisses before Tommy nipped at Adam's lip, asking for a bit more. The raven haired rocker pulled away a bit, "Baby, I've got morning breath."
"So?" Tommy had a slightly determined look on his face that Adam couldn't refuse. Smiling indulgently, he went back to kiss his kitten again, this time delving his tongue into the smaller man's mouth. Lazily, they kissed for a few minutes before the singer slowly rolled them so that he was over Tommy, and he used this to deepen the kiss.
Small hands at his waist circled around to his back before moving their way up and down irregularly, gently pulling the larger man closer. Morning kisses always seemed sweet to Tommy, even with the morning breath. The smooth and slow twisting of tongues was waking him up, and he couldn't remember a time when he was happier about waking up, being that he was not a morning person and hated having to leave his dreams. There was a bit of sliding of naked bodies, but nothing to get either of the men too aroused, as they mutually and silently decided to keep the morning innocently affectionate.
It was quite a time before Adam finally, reluctantly pulled away, looking down at his beautiful kitten spread out on the cream hotel sheets. Nuzzling softly at his jaw, Adam decided to let his blond lay there for a while longer. "You want some coffee?" He looked up to see the almost immediate response.
Brown eyes widened and a small smile appeared on those slim pink lips before he answered, "Yes please," in his most child-like voice.
As Adam got up from the bed, Tommy realized that he was nude, and was treated to a full view of the man he'd slept with the night before. Even without the shower's water droplets or the nearly predatory look in his eyes, Adam had a sexy body. Tommy let his eyes wander, mapping out the planes that had been pressed so violently against his own body only hours before, covered in sweat and practically dripping with lust and sensuality.
Broad, freckled shoulders were attached to muscular freckly arms, followed by large hands with fingers that Tommy knew from experience were quite talented. A wide chest with firm muscles was connected to defined abs, leading to strong hips and muscled bum. Tommy had gotten to feel just how powerful this man's core was, and seeing it reinforced those memories. Slightly wider-than-average hips were affixed with large, defined thighs and shapely calves. Even this man's feet were large, though that was to be expected with how tall he was.
One thing continually drew Tommy Joe's eye, try as he might to keep his mind innocent. Flaccid, that shaft was no longer jutting proudly, waiting to pierce the older man with its heat. Now, it merely lay there, still showing off its size and hinting at just how large it could get.
"Tommy?" Adam's voice broke Tommy from his thoughts. He looked up to see the singer pointing at a large mug, "How do you like your coffee?"
"With milk and a lot of sugar," He smirks a bit and shuffles around the kitchen before walking back to me, coffee in one hand, and a plate of buttered toast in the other. He sets both on the nightstand and taps at the older man's shoulder and the bassist sit up, pain shooting through his back. "Ouch! What the hell?"
"Sorry, babe. You'll be a bit sore today." Crawling into bed, Adam felt a though he should prepare the older man, "and maybe a bit tomorrow." Busying himself with handing over the large mug of coffee and placing the plate where both could reach it, Adam shyly waited for the anger.
"You fucked me so hard that I'm sore?"
A small smirk gripped the corners of the singer's mouth, "Not really 'so hard'. More like 'a bit rougher than you should on a first time'," gingerly, he offered up some buttered toast and almost sighed with relief when the blond took it. "And you're probably gonna walk a bit funny"
Tommy flopped back on the pillows, careful not to spill his coffee, "Great. So it's gonna be really obvious that I took it."
"Well, if you take a hot shower, it won't be as obvious."
Tommy looked over at Adam and saw the look on his face, somehow managing to look ashamed, helpful, caring, and amused while he ate his toast. He smiled a bit and gulped down his coffee, happy that it was exactly how he liked it, before leaning over and pressing a small kiss to Adam's cheek.
"I'll be in the shower, then." Getting up, the bassist tried not to think about the fact that he was naked, almost feeling his boss' eyes on his body, as he made his way to the bathroom, limping a bit. There was a rustle from the bed and he turned to see Adam half out of bed. "No, no. I got it. You eat, you weird morning person."
A chuckle followed the blond into the bathroom. Tommy spent most of the shower trying not to think about Adam, standing with the hot water pointed at his lower back, and wondering how the hell theā¦spunk would get itself out of him.
Getting out of the shower, Tommy toweled off his hair before getting to the rest of him. He looked at the mirror, ready to swipe at it to see himself, when he saw writing. Cursive writing. He stood there, staring at it for a second before writing something of his own, wrapping the towel around his waist, and leaving, his limp much less noticeable. "Bathroom's yours."
He heard Adam go in, a pause, and waited a beat before feeling his tall boss' arms around him, kisses pressed to his neck. Tommy turned his head and the two shared a brief kiss, Adam whispering "Thank you" between the kisses. After a few minutes, Adam let go, smiling like a fool all the while, and went back for his shower.
Just before whipping the mirror clean, he basked in the words written there. They were simple, straight forward, and they made his heart sputter. He decided to leave them up for a few more minutes and take his shower, still smiling.
The mirror had two sets of hand writing on it. A question, and an answer that pleases both of the room's occupants.
'Go on a dinner date with me, Glitters?' 'Of course, Babyboy.'
