Author: amanda: jaclyn’s twin sister / writefiction
Beta: Trench / glambert813
Artist: Missy Miss / missynicole
Pairing: Adam Lambert / Tommy Joe Ratliff
Notes: Completely AU.
Warning: Graphic Sex, Strong Language
Word Count: 2,730 (not including lyrics)
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Summary: Thomas Hanson joins Witness Protection after witnessing his best friend's murder. He gets placed in some boring New England town. But when he starts to fall for one of his handlers, Marshall Adam Lambert, things begin to get tricky and not so boring. Does Adam feel the same? And what happens when you fall in love with a US Marshall when you're in the Witness Protection Program?
Song: Can’t Let You Go
Artist: Adam Lambert
Album: For Your Entertainment (unknown country release)
Tommy didn’t leave Adam’s side for the next week while he was in the hospital. The only time Tommy left was when the nurses would kick him out because it was past visiting hours. All the nurses could see how in love the two were, so they bent the rules a little bit, letting Tommy Joe come in a little early and let him leave a little later. But they always made him go home at some point, which was always hard for the two. The more time the pair spent together, the more in love they fell. The more they couldn’t stand the thought of being apart. But neither spoke of being in love, no matter how much they felt it, nor did they speak of never wanting to be away from the other. It was like they had already told each other without any words and they didn’t need to reaffirm it to the other.
When it was time for Adam to be released from the hospital, Tommy was there, ready and willing to drive him home. “Adam,” he said quietly as Adam packed the small amount of items he’d accumulated over the week in to the bag Tommy had brought him.
“Hmm?” he hummed.
“I… I want you to come home with me,” Tommy told him nervously.
Adam sighed and his shoulders sagged. “I can’t, Tommy,” he said quietly, his voice cracking slightly.
“Well, why not?” Tommy asked and crossed his arms over his chest defensively.
“You know why,” Adam murmured. “It’s not proper for someone in WITSEC to get intimately involved with their Marshall.”
“I think we’ve already broken that rule,” Tommy Joe muttered. “Would you come home with me if I got a new Marshall?”
Adam sighed. Why did Tommy have to make this so hard on him? Didn’t he know how much he was struggling already? He tried not to think about how much he wanted Tommy Joe to get that new Marshall because it still wouldn’t work. As long as Tommy was in protective custody and Adam was a Marshall, they couldn’t be together, it was against the WITSEC rules. And although he loved the time he had spent with Tommy in the hospital, Adam still didn’t know if he was willing to sacrifice his job to be with him. And there was no way Adam was going to let Tommy Joe opt out of the program so he could keep his job.
Adam sighed again and turned around to face Tommy. Tommy instantly moved closer and rested his hands on Adam’s waist. Adam placed his hands on Tommy’s shoulders and leaned down to kiss his forehead lightly. “I’m sorry, Tommy Joe, but I need some time,” he said. “Just… give me some time, okay?” Tommy nodded as his eyes filled with tears. Suddenly he turned and left the room. He went home alone, his heart feeling broken. His glass was definitely half empty in this situation, knowing how much Adam’s job meant to him. Tommy was sure Adam would never leave his position to be with him and that hurt more than anything.
Two weeks later and Tommy hadn’t heard a word from Adam. Rebecca wouldn’t even tell her witness what was going on with him. Tommy was beginning to think he’d never see or hear from Adam again. But as he pulled in to his driveway after a morning shift at Borders, all that changed. Sitting on his front steps was Adam. There were so many emotions running through Tommy at that moment but the only one he could get a grasp on was his anger. He got out of the car and slammed the door, making the whole car shudder. He stomped up to Adam and opened the front door, letting Adam enter the house first. He really didn’t want a screaming match on the street.
Once the door was closed behind him, Tommy went off on Adam. “What the hell are you doing here?!” he yelled. “It’s been two fucking weeks and I haven’t heard a word from you! Don’t think you can just show up here and everything will be all hunky-dory! Fuck you, Adam! Just… fuck you!”
Adam stayed silent while Tommy rambled and waited for the yelling to be over. “I was so scared that you were going to die because of me! And then we had such a good week together. I fucking fell in love with you completely and totally that week! I thought you felt it too. Didn’t you? Didn’t you feel it? That we’re soul mates?” Tommy was crying with the stress of everything and his chest was heaving with emotion. “I fucking love you, Adam! What do you have to say about that, huh?!”
Adam didn’t say anything. He just stepped up to the shorter man and took Tommy Joe's face in to his hands as he bent his lips to the blond's, kissing him softly. “I love you, Tommy Joe,” he whispered. “That’s what I have to say about that.”
Tommy was in shock. “You… you do?” he sniffled as new tears filled his eyes.
Adam nodded, still gently cupping Tommy’s face in his hands. “Of course I do, Tommy Joe,” he said quietly. “And I want to be with you so badly. It’s just…” He sighed and looked down at his feet. “I um, I gave up my job for you.”
Tommy gasped. “Adam, no!”
Adam lifted his gaze to Tommy’s. “Yes, Tommy. I had to. With you being in WITSEC, I couldn’t be with you as long as I was a Marshall. So I had to give it up.” He shrugged.
“But, Adam, you love being a Marshall,” Tommy said. “You can’t just give it up for me. I won’t let you.” He took a step back and crossed his arms over his chest.
Adam rolled his eyes. “Didn’t you hear me?” he asked. “I wasn’t allowed to be with you as long as I was a Marshall.” He scrubbed his face with his hands. “Yeah, it was a hard decision and it’s probably the reason I didn’t go straight home with you after being released from the hospital. I had to think. I needed to see if you were worth more than my career. And let’s face it, Tommy, after spending almost twenty-four-seven with you and then being apart…” He shook his head. “You are way more important than being a Marshall. I can live without being a Marshall. But you, I can’t live without you.”
Tommy’s eyes welled with tears again and he hugged Adam tightly. “You really mean that?” he sniffled.
“Yeah, I do,” Adam answered nuzzling against Tommy Joe’s ear. Tommy leaned up on his toes and pressed his lips lightly to Adam’s.
“I love you,” he whispered.
Adam smiled. “I love you too.” Then he placed his lips against Tommy’s once more and Tommy took over the kiss, pouring every ounce of pent up passion he had in to it. He kissed Adam thoroughly, all tongue and teeth, licking, sucking, nipping. When they pulled apart they were both panting, but smiling. Tommy buried his face in Adam’s shirt, breathing him in for a moment before linking their fingers together. Then he led Adam back to the master bedroom.
When they were near the bed, Tommy stopped and turned to Adam. He leaned up to kiss Adam, slowly and softly, sliding his tongue along Adam’s. Then he stepped back and slipped his t-shirt off over his head. His hands found their way to the hem of Adam’s shirt afterwards, slowly tugging it up until Adam lifted his arms and let Tommy pull the black cotton off completely. Tommy Joe threw the offending article of clothing aside and looked at the almost healed wounds Adam was sporting. He let his fingertips draw lightly over the long line that traveled from Adam’s peck to his hipbone, touching the three entrance wounds that surrounded it.
Tommy’s eyes teared up a little and he asked, “Does it still hurt?”
“Only if I twist around too much,” Adam answered.
Tommy’s gaze traveled up to Adam’s. “Are you saying that to reassure me?”
Adam smiled softly and stroked Tommy’s cheek with the back of his fingers. “No, it’s the truth,” he told him. “You don’t need to be scared of hurting me. I’m at ninety-eight percent now and it won’t take too much longer to get to a hundred.”
Adam nodded. “I promise.”
Tommy moved closer and pressed the length of his body to Adam’s, loving the way it felt when their skin finally touched for the first time. Tommy took a shuddering breath and wrapped his arms around Adam’s neck, pulling the taller man down for a slow, sweet kiss. As Adam kissed back, he let one hand slide down to Tommy Joe’s jeans, easily popping the button open with one hand and lowering the zipper. He pushed the jeans down over Tommy’s hips and ass, pushed them down to his thighs, and Tommy wiggled them down to his ankles and kicked them away. After Tommy had Adam out of his jeans, they took turns helping each other take off their briefs. Each of them sighed with relief as their erections sprang free from their tight confines.
Adam kissed down Tommy Joe’s neck and then back up to his mouth, placing his hands on Tommy’s hips as he slowly guided him back to the bed and laid him out. Adam crawled on top of the petite man, Adam's larger frame covering him completely. “I love you,” Adam whispered, his lips brushing against Tommy’s as he spoke, letting Tommy breathe the words in.
“I love you too,” Tommy replied, his voice trembling with emotion.
“Shh, it’s okay,” Adam told him quietly, stroking his hair. “I’ve got you and I’m not going anywhere.” The two kissed slowly and deeply, hips undulating, moans and gasps being swallowed down as their hands wandered the vast expanses of soft skin. Tommy Joe moaned and wrapped his legs around Adam’s waist, rocking his hips against Adam’s, creating a delicious friction between their rock hard erections.
“Adam,” Tommy whimpered. “Need you.” Adam kissed him deeply for a moment, then drew back. “Condoms. Lube. Nightstand,” Tommy told him. Adam nodded and reached in to the bedside table, his fingers instantly closing around the products he needed. Then he settled back down between Tommy’s knees. He rolled the condom on before lubing up his fingers. Then he began to prep Tommy slowly and lovingly, stroking the inside of his thigh with his free hand. Tommy moaned quietly as Adam added a second, then third finger, pressing down with his hips to try to get Adam to touch that special spot deep inside him. But Adam removed his fingers before it could happen.
Adam lubed up his latex covered prick and positioned himself at Tommy’s entrance. Adam leaned down, kissing Tommy softly. “Are you ready?” he asked quietly.
Tommy nodded, biting his lip. “Please, Adam, don’t make me wait,” he said. “I’ve been waiting for so long now. Please.” Adam kissed him again as he slowly worked the head of his cock in to Tommy’s puckered hole. Tommy whimpered and shifted his hips making Adam slide in a little deeper. Adam inched his way forward, taking his time to let Tommy get used to the intrusion. He wanted to make this good for his new lover.
When he was buried to the hilt, Adam laid his head on Tommy Joe’s shoulder, breathing heavily as he held back from just fucking Tommy in to the mattress. He was so tight and hot and it was driving Adam crazy. He took a deep, calming breath and hiked himself up on his elbows, smiling down at Tommy Joe. “Hey,” he murmured.
Tommy smiled back softly. “Hey yourself.”
“How are you?” Adam asked. “Do you feel okay?”
Tommy stroked Adam’s cheek lightly. “I’m fine, Adam. It’s not like this is my first time.”
Adam blushed. “Sorry, I just… I want this to be perfect.”
“I’m with you,” Tommy Joe replied with a shrug. “That’s what makes it perfect for me.” Adam leaned in for a kiss as he slowly pulled his hips back and then thrust back in at the same pace. Tommy groaned loudly. “Don’t make me crazy,” he panted. Adam chuckled and moved a little faster, snapping his hips a little harder. Tommy moaned loudly. “Yeah, baby boy, just like that.”
“You like that?” Adam asked, digging his cock in to Tommy’s waiting prostate. Tommy moaned low in his throat and arched his back off the bed. “I take that as a yes,” Adam muttered. Tommy reached for Adam’s hips and began to rock in earnest, meeting Adam thrust for thrust. Soon Tommy was writhing below Adam, hooking his legs around Adam’s waist.
“Harder, Adam, please!” Tommy begged, clutching at the younger man’s broad shoulders. Adam complied, thrusting harder, hitting Tommy’s prostate over and over again making Tommy moan and wriggle beneath him. “Oh god, Adam! Please! Please touch me! I’m so… close!” Adam reached between them and gripped Tommy’s leaking cock tightly in his fist, thumbing the tip with each upstroke. This only served to make Tommy moan louder, buck his hips harder and tug at Adam’s hair, pulling him down for a kiss as he came hot and hard between them.
Adam moaned as he felt Tommy’s release coat his hand and the way Tommy’s muscles constricted around his swollen cock. “Shit, Tommy Joe, I’m almost there,” Adam huffed.
Tommy leaned up, licking the outer shell of Adam’s ear. “Go for it,” he purred. “Fuck me in to the mattress. Fuck me hard and fast. Make it hurt so good, baby boy.” Adam groaned at the seduction in Tommy’s voice. He sped his thrusts up and snapped his hips wildly, pounding in to Tommy with reckless abandon. Tommy tightened his muscles around Adam’s thrusting cock and saw a look of pleasure cross the younger man's face. Adam’s hips stuttered as he cried Tommy’s name, coming so hard that he saw stars behind his eyes.
Adam flopped down on Tommy, panting. Tommy stroked his hair lightly, lovingly, and kissed the top of his head. When his breathing had calmed down for the most part, Adam rolled off Tommy and headed in to the master bath to discard of the condom and wash up. Then he came back out and gently cleaned Tommy up with a warm cloth. He threw the dirty face cloth in to the dirty clothes and crawled under the blankets with Tommy. Tommy slid on top of Adam, settling between his legs, and rested his head on Adam's chest.
Adam traced his fingers lightly over Tommy’s bare shoulders, doodling unknown patterns on to the creamy skin. “What are you going to do now that you’re not a Marshall?” Tommy asked quietly.
Adam shrugged. “I’ll probably go back to singing."
“You sing?” Tommy questioned.
Adam hummed in answer. “Yeah. But I gave it up when I got a really nasty review from a teacher. After that I went in to criminal justice,” he explained.
“Sing me something?”
“What do you want me to sing?”
“Whatever your heart desires.”
Adam thought for a moment before deciding on something he’d written quite recently. So he cleared his throat and began to sing.
“Guess it was not meant to be. It’s not as bad as it seems, it only hurts when I breathe. Yeah, yeah, yeah. You saw the way that I fell, But I’m better off by myself. That’s the tale I like to tell, yeah. But it’s not that easy for me to say goodbye. When everything in me wants you back in my life. Can’t let you go, can’t let you go.
“It feels like the dawn of the dead. Like bombs going off in my head. Never a moment of rest. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Nothing kills more than to know, That this is the end of the road, And I know I gotta let go. Oh, oh. It’s not that easy for me to say goodbye. And everything in me wants you back in my life. Can’t let you go, can’t let you go. Can’t let you go, can’t let you go. Oh, oh, oh.
“Wish I could just find a way, To have all your memories erased, ‘Cause constantly they’re haunting me. Yeah, yeah. But it’s not that easy for me to say goodbye. And everything in me wants you back in my life. Can’t let you go, can’t let you go. Can’t let you go, can’t let you go. Oh, oh. Can’t let you go, oh. Can’t let you go.”
When Adam had finished, Tommy sniffled quietly. “Hey, are you crying?” Adam asked and tilted Tommy’s face up to look at him. Sure enough there were tears gathering in the corners of Tommy Joe’s eyes. “Oh, baby, don’t cry,” Adam murmured.
“I can’t help it,” Tommy sniffled, wiping at his eyes. “That was… really beautiful. You have an amazing voice, Adam. What song is that? I’ve never heard it before.”
A rosy blush tinged Adam’s cheeks. “I um, I kind of... wrote it."
Tommy grinned. “You did?” he asked, clearly excited at this new piece of information. Adam nodded, a shy smile on his face. “Wow. You’re really good, you know that?” Adam blushed a deeper red at Tommy’s words. “I’m serious,” Tommy told him. “Whoever that teacher was, was an idiot. You’re amazing, baby boy, and you should definitely keep going with this.”
“Thanks,” Adam murmured. Then he lifted his head to peck Tommy on the lips. “I love you.”
Tommy smiled. “I love you too."