fic: switch me on
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rockinhamburgerTitle: Switch Me On
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Rating: NC-17. No, seriously.
Warning: Barebacking.
Disclaimer: Not real. Features real people who own themselves; I just write porn about their sexy selves getting it on. Do not read this, Brad.
Word Count: Roughly 2000 words.
Notes: So,amazonziti asked for some Bradam porn based off Brad and Adam's tweets from the other day. I was happy to oblige. This was written quite quickly with a rough edit. It's very porny, and there's no real plot. As usual. Hopefully it's enjoyable! <3
Brad bounds into the kitchen, CD in hand, with an excited, "Hey!"
He pushes up on his toes to kiss Adam, and Adam leans down to meet him, muttering a warm, replied greeting against Brad's lips.
"What's this?" Adam asks, curling his large hand around the one Brad's holding the CD with, when Brad eventually pulls out of their lazy kiss, neck sore from craning.
"Golfrapp's latest, baby! You gotta hear it, it is so fucking amazing, Adam; you have no idea. But you're about to!" He hurries over to the CD player on the counter next to the refrigerator and inserts the CD, turning the volume up as much as he dares with the noise-sensitive neighbours who live in the apartment above.
As the music filters through the room, Adam and Brad start in on preparing their dinner. Adam's chopping veggies next to the stove, and Brad's keeping vigil over the chicken sizzling in the skillet on the burner.
Brad finds himself fidgeting on the spot, and pacing occasionally between the fridge and the kitchen table. He's nervous. What if Adam doesn't like it?
Adam sings all the fucking time. In Brad's opinion, it's one of the best things about Adam; he sings along to music when they're cooking and cleaning, or when they're driving in the car; he sings while he's waiting for the coffee to percolate, voice raspy from sleep; he sings at Brad when he comes into their bedroom after showering, towel around his waist, unaware that Brad's been listening to Adam belt it out over the sound of the running water. He sings while he's applying or removing his foundation and eyeliner; he bursts out in song when he comes home from work, shutting the front door and opening his arms to belt out just another manic Monday! and grinning over at Brad organizing the living room or reading on the couch or checking his email. Adam's pretty much always singing, and Brad's still a little starstruck by it, even after all these months of hearing it. It never gets old or annoying.
The problem with Adam's reaction to Golfrapp's latest work of perfection is that he's not singing. Even on his first listen to a song he likes, Adam's generally really good at picking up the tune about halfway through and coming up with a harmony to go with, or at the very least joining in on the last chorus.
He's not doing either. He's chopping the green peppers, head bent over his work and not looking over at Brad to comment on a particular measure of the song, or humming along, or tapping his foot. He's just working, almost mechanically, and his lack of a response is startling and frustrating.
All signs point to Adam being unimpressed, but Brad thinks he hides his disappointment well. They eat while the music plays, making usual easy conversation, but Brad's heart isn't really in it.
He just... really wants Adam to love Goldfrapp as much as he does.
They do have awesome sex that night, though. Adam's larger than life, and he takes up the entire bed, pulls Brad on top, and Brad can't help squirming down onto Adam's cock and whispering, "oh, Adam, you're so fucking big, you're perfect, i love it i love you, oh, don't stop", and Adam pulls Brad down just right, thrusting up, still topping from the bottom, and it's intoxicating; it makes Brad feel larger than life, too.
And when Adam clenches his huge hands around Brad's hips and actually lifts Brad up and down with an ease, with a strength that's ridiculous, Brad comes so hard his thighs actually tremble around Adam. He gasps for air in the soft glow around them, his heart full and happy.
And when Adam clenches and comes inside Brad, groaning Brad's name so that it sounds like the dirtiest talk Brad's ever heard, Brad shudders over Adam and drops down onto Adam's chest, pressing kisses to his collar, to his mouth.
But when Adam curls up around Brad a few minutes later, the Goldfrapp-situation comes back to him, and Brad finds himself lying awake for some time, listening to Adam's even breathing and occasional soft snores and wondering what about Goldfrapp has Adam so uninterested.
And so it's a complete surprise to Brad when he arrives home from a tiring day of work two evenings later to find Adam playing Supernature on the sound system in the kitchen and singing along to 'Lovely 2 C U' like he's known the words for years instead of mere days. He's frying sausages in a pan on the stove and grooving along with his entire body, hitting notes with his voice that no human should be capable of reaching. It's just not fair.
Brad watches him from the doorway for several dumbstruck moments, heart pounding. He's so turned on he can feel it in his toes. "Adam?"
Adam turns to Brad with a surprised jolt, and the gleeful smile that immediately breaks out on his face at seeing Brad is completely awesome and a little bit scary. "Hi baby! Dinner's almost ready. How was your day?"
Brad just stares, utterly stunned by the gorgeous, sexy man standing in their kitchen cooking him dinner and smiling at Brad like he's all Adam will ever need. As Brad watches, Adam starts to look uncertain. "Everything okay?" he asks gently, eyes narrowing in concern. "Bad day?"
"Fucking terrible," Brad manages to get out around the lump in his throat and the hardness between his legs. "But I'm fine now. Could you turn the burner off, though? I'd like you to fuck me on the kitchen table, and I don't want anything to burn."
Adam's eyes widen comically, and then he reaches over and turns the element off with a snap that resounds through the kitchen over the music. Brad swallows thickly, backs up a bit as Adam approaches; can't help his body reacting to Adam's presence in the room. It's too much but it's not enough, and so he lets Adam manhandle him over to the table.
The table's actually quite sturdy (found at a yard sale for only fifty bucks -- score!), and Brad's sure it'll support his weight. He's small. Adam obligingly lays Brad out on the surface, pushes Brad's legs apart and closes the distance between them so that he's standing right up against Brad.
Adam slowly strips himself of his jeans and underwear. Brad watches him breathlessly, blood flowing to his dick palpably. Adam pulls his shirt up and off, and when he looks down at Brad he closes his eyes and covers his face with one large hand. "Brad, don't look at me like that or I'll come before I even touch you."
Brad lets out a whimper and thrusts up into nothing, his legs jerking on either side of Adam over the edge of the table. Adam visibly shivers, opens his eyes (Brad groans), and reaches for Brad's belt. "Adam!" Brad gasps, resisting the temptation to close his legs around Adam's waist, to rip his pants off right the fuck now.
Adam jerks the buckle loose, yanks Brad's pants and underwear down, off, and lets them fall to the floor with a muffled thump. He encases Brad's dick with his hand ("Your hand, Adam! Oh!"), stroking up and down twice before stopping that entirely (Brad sighs and chases after the contact with his hips) to push Brad's shirt up to his throat. Adam hunches over, fixes his wet mouth to one of Brad's nipples, and Brad cries out, his hands flying up to bury themselves in Adam's perfect hair. Adam groans around Brad's skin and moves over to lick and suck at Brad's other, neglected nipple. He pants against Brad's wet skin when Brad shouts, "Yes! Adam!"
"You are so fucking sexy, Brad," Adam rasps, looking up and meeting Brad's gaze. Brad inhales deeply. "I am gonna fuck you so hard."
"Yes! YES, Adam! Fuck me!"
Brad's infinitely glad they dispensed with the condoms last month, that they've been doing this every day -- several times a day -- so that Adam barely has to to anything but thrust three of those long, practiced fingers inside, once, twice, before he's lining up and pushing in, sighing and then moaning long and loud.
Adam grips Brad's hips in his hands and Brad finally wraps his legs around Adam's waist to better meet Adam's first hard thrust. A harsh moan rips itself from Brad's throat like the lyrics to a treasured song.
I want it up and on; I'm like a dog to get to you...
Adam groans in reply, and then he's pummeling Brad with sharp, short thrusts that hit Brad just right, that pull embarrassing sounds out of Brad. But it's not his fault; Adam's got Brad's hips in his hands, and Brad's shoulders are touching table, and only his shoulders. Brad's powerless to do anything but let Adam fuck him like he promised, let Adam fuck him with those hips and that cock, which are relentless and strong and decidedly Brad's.
Brad cries out again when Adam curls a sure arm around Brad's waist and wraps his newly freed hand around Brad's dick, his hips still working their magic.
"Fuuuck, Adam, jesus, you - you're - oh oh!", and that's when Adam lets go of Brad's waist and dick altogether to place his hands on either side of Brad's head, to cover himself over Brad's body and seal his mouth over Brad's, his thrusts getting longer and harder until Brad's practically hyperventilating, groaning around Adam's tongue.
"Brad," Adam gasps, "Oh, Brad, I'm so close, I can't --"
Brad strokes a hand up the back of Adam's neck, moves up to close his teeth around Adam's earlobe and whisper heatedly, "Come inside me. Right now."
Adam's answering moan is cut abruptly off by his impending orgasm; he buries himself all the way inside Brad, and Brad can feel him pulsing. It's enough to send him over the edge in every way, to make him arch up off the table and moan with abandon, to make him come hot and hard between them, hands clenched tight around Adam's enormous biceps.
The music from the CD player rushes back into Brad's consciousness, and Brad realizes the CD's started over (I'll never walk again, yeah!), and he laughs breathlessly against Adam, who's slumped over Brad and breathing hard into Brad's throat.
"I'm glad you like Goldfrapp," Brad says, and he clears his throat when he hears how ruined his voice is. "I gotta admit, that was kind of a deal-breaker."
Adam chuckles warmly, pushing himself up on hands that tremble on either side of Brad's ribcage. "I love Goldfrapp," he says, and Brad's pleased to hear how wrecked Adam's voice is, too. "Love you more, though," he adds, licking the corner of Brad's mouth and swallowing up Brad's responding laughter.
"Love you too," Brad gets out between kisses. And that's when Brad's stomach grumbles helpfully. "And sausages. I really love sausages."
"Yeah, I know. Stay there; I'll go and get a cloth to clean us up, and then we can eat."
"Mmm. Did I mention I love you?"
Brad grins uncontrollably up at the ceiling when he hears Adam laughing all the way to the bathroom, and as Goldfrapp sings I wanna get out of here, inhale your sky; a beautiful place to be he thinks this may just turn out to be the best summer of his entire life so far.
And fuck, it's only July!
---
Thank you for reading! Leave a comment on your way out?
-The lyrics in this are taken from Goldfrapp's album Supernature (2005), from the songs 'Ooh La La', 'Number 1', and 'Lovely 2 C U'. I do not own them; Goldfrapp does. They are awesome songs.
Author:
rockinhamburgerRating: NC-17. No, seriously.
Warning: Barebacking.
Disclaimer: Not real. Features real people who own themselves; I just write porn about their sexy selves getting it on. Do not read this, Brad.
Word Count: Roughly 2000 words.
Notes: So,
amazonziti asked for some Bradam porn based off Brad and Adam's tweets from the other day. I was happy to oblige. This was written quite quickly with a rough edit. It's very porny, and there's no real plot. As usual. Hopefully it's enjoyable! <3Brad bounds into the kitchen, CD in hand, with an excited, "Hey!"
He pushes up on his toes to kiss Adam, and Adam leans down to meet him, muttering a warm, replied greeting against Brad's lips.
"What's this?" Adam asks, curling his large hand around the one Brad's holding the CD with, when Brad eventually pulls out of their lazy kiss, neck sore from craning.
"Golfrapp's latest, baby! You gotta hear it, it is so fucking amazing, Adam; you have no idea. But you're about to!" He hurries over to the CD player on the counter next to the refrigerator and inserts the CD, turning the volume up as much as he dares with the noise-sensitive neighbours who live in the apartment above.
As the music filters through the room, Adam and Brad start in on preparing their dinner. Adam's chopping veggies next to the stove, and Brad's keeping vigil over the chicken sizzling in the skillet on the burner.
Brad finds himself fidgeting on the spot, and pacing occasionally between the fridge and the kitchen table. He's nervous. What if Adam doesn't like it?
Adam sings all the fucking time. In Brad's opinion, it's one of the best things about Adam; he sings along to music when they're cooking and cleaning, or when they're driving in the car; he sings while he's waiting for the coffee to percolate, voice raspy from sleep; he sings at Brad when he comes into their bedroom after showering, towel around his waist, unaware that Brad's been listening to Adam belt it out over the sound of the running water. He sings while he's applying or removing his foundation and eyeliner; he bursts out in song when he comes home from work, shutting the front door and opening his arms to belt out just another manic Monday! and grinning over at Brad organizing the living room or reading on the couch or checking his email. Adam's pretty much always singing, and Brad's still a little starstruck by it, even after all these months of hearing it. It never gets old or annoying.
The problem with Adam's reaction to Golfrapp's latest work of perfection is that he's not singing. Even on his first listen to a song he likes, Adam's generally really good at picking up the tune about halfway through and coming up with a harmony to go with, or at the very least joining in on the last chorus.
He's not doing either. He's chopping the green peppers, head bent over his work and not looking over at Brad to comment on a particular measure of the song, or humming along, or tapping his foot. He's just working, almost mechanically, and his lack of a response is startling and frustrating.
All signs point to Adam being unimpressed, but Brad thinks he hides his disappointment well. They eat while the music plays, making usual easy conversation, but Brad's heart isn't really in it.
He just... really wants Adam to love Goldfrapp as much as he does.
They do have awesome sex that night, though. Adam's larger than life, and he takes up the entire bed, pulls Brad on top, and Brad can't help squirming down onto Adam's cock and whispering, "oh, Adam, you're so fucking big, you're perfect, i love it i love you, oh, don't stop", and Adam pulls Brad down just right, thrusting up, still topping from the bottom, and it's intoxicating; it makes Brad feel larger than life, too.
And when Adam clenches his huge hands around Brad's hips and actually lifts Brad up and down with an ease, with a strength that's ridiculous, Brad comes so hard his thighs actually tremble around Adam. He gasps for air in the soft glow around them, his heart full and happy.
And when Adam clenches and comes inside Brad, groaning Brad's name so that it sounds like the dirtiest talk Brad's ever heard, Brad shudders over Adam and drops down onto Adam's chest, pressing kisses to his collar, to his mouth.
But when Adam curls up around Brad a few minutes later, the Goldfrapp-situation comes back to him, and Brad finds himself lying awake for some time, listening to Adam's even breathing and occasional soft snores and wondering what about Goldfrapp has Adam so uninterested.
And so it's a complete surprise to Brad when he arrives home from a tiring day of work two evenings later to find Adam playing Supernature on the sound system in the kitchen and singing along to 'Lovely 2 C U' like he's known the words for years instead of mere days. He's frying sausages in a pan on the stove and grooving along with his entire body, hitting notes with his voice that no human should be capable of reaching. It's just not fair.
Brad watches him from the doorway for several dumbstruck moments, heart pounding. He's so turned on he can feel it in his toes. "Adam?"
Adam turns to Brad with a surprised jolt, and the gleeful smile that immediately breaks out on his face at seeing Brad is completely awesome and a little bit scary. "Hi baby! Dinner's almost ready. How was your day?"
Brad just stares, utterly stunned by the gorgeous, sexy man standing in their kitchen cooking him dinner and smiling at Brad like he's all Adam will ever need. As Brad watches, Adam starts to look uncertain. "Everything okay?" he asks gently, eyes narrowing in concern. "Bad day?"
"Fucking terrible," Brad manages to get out around the lump in his throat and the hardness between his legs. "But I'm fine now. Could you turn the burner off, though? I'd like you to fuck me on the kitchen table, and I don't want anything to burn."
Adam's eyes widen comically, and then he reaches over and turns the element off with a snap that resounds through the kitchen over the music. Brad swallows thickly, backs up a bit as Adam approaches; can't help his body reacting to Adam's presence in the room. It's too much but it's not enough, and so he lets Adam manhandle him over to the table.
The table's actually quite sturdy (found at a yard sale for only fifty bucks -- score!), and Brad's sure it'll support his weight. He's small. Adam obligingly lays Brad out on the surface, pushes Brad's legs apart and closes the distance between them so that he's standing right up against Brad.
Adam slowly strips himself of his jeans and underwear. Brad watches him breathlessly, blood flowing to his dick palpably. Adam pulls his shirt up and off, and when he looks down at Brad he closes his eyes and covers his face with one large hand. "Brad, don't look at me like that or I'll come before I even touch you."
Brad lets out a whimper and thrusts up into nothing, his legs jerking on either side of Adam over the edge of the table. Adam visibly shivers, opens his eyes (Brad groans), and reaches for Brad's belt. "Adam!" Brad gasps, resisting the temptation to close his legs around Adam's waist, to rip his pants off right the fuck now.
Adam jerks the buckle loose, yanks Brad's pants and underwear down, off, and lets them fall to the floor with a muffled thump. He encases Brad's dick with his hand ("Your hand, Adam! Oh!"), stroking up and down twice before stopping that entirely (Brad sighs and chases after the contact with his hips) to push Brad's shirt up to his throat. Adam hunches over, fixes his wet mouth to one of Brad's nipples, and Brad cries out, his hands flying up to bury themselves in Adam's perfect hair. Adam groans around Brad's skin and moves over to lick and suck at Brad's other, neglected nipple. He pants against Brad's wet skin when Brad shouts, "Yes! Adam!"
"You are so fucking sexy, Brad," Adam rasps, looking up and meeting Brad's gaze. Brad inhales deeply. "I am gonna fuck you so hard."
"Yes! YES, Adam! Fuck me!"
Brad's infinitely glad they dispensed with the condoms last month, that they've been doing this every day -- several times a day -- so that Adam barely has to to anything but thrust three of those long, practiced fingers inside, once, twice, before he's lining up and pushing in, sighing and then moaning long and loud.
Adam grips Brad's hips in his hands and Brad finally wraps his legs around Adam's waist to better meet Adam's first hard thrust. A harsh moan rips itself from Brad's throat like the lyrics to a treasured song.
I want it up and on; I'm like a dog to get to you...
Adam groans in reply, and then he's pummeling Brad with sharp, short thrusts that hit Brad just right, that pull embarrassing sounds out of Brad. But it's not his fault; Adam's got Brad's hips in his hands, and Brad's shoulders are touching table, and only his shoulders. Brad's powerless to do anything but let Adam fuck him like he promised, let Adam fuck him with those hips and that cock, which are relentless and strong and decidedly Brad's.
Brad cries out again when Adam curls a sure arm around Brad's waist and wraps his newly freed hand around Brad's dick, his hips still working their magic.
"Fuuuck, Adam, jesus, you - you're - oh oh!", and that's when Adam lets go of Brad's waist and dick altogether to place his hands on either side of Brad's head, to cover himself over Brad's body and seal his mouth over Brad's, his thrusts getting longer and harder until Brad's practically hyperventilating, groaning around Adam's tongue.
"Brad," Adam gasps, "Oh, Brad, I'm so close, I can't --"
Brad strokes a hand up the back of Adam's neck, moves up to close his teeth around Adam's earlobe and whisper heatedly, "Come inside me. Right now."
Adam's answering moan is cut abruptly off by his impending orgasm; he buries himself all the way inside Brad, and Brad can feel him pulsing. It's enough to send him over the edge in every way, to make him arch up off the table and moan with abandon, to make him come hot and hard between them, hands clenched tight around Adam's enormous biceps.
The music from the CD player rushes back into Brad's consciousness, and Brad realizes the CD's started over (I'll never walk again, yeah!), and he laughs breathlessly against Adam, who's slumped over Brad and breathing hard into Brad's throat.
"I'm glad you like Goldfrapp," Brad says, and he clears his throat when he hears how ruined his voice is. "I gotta admit, that was kind of a deal-breaker."
Adam chuckles warmly, pushing himself up on hands that tremble on either side of Brad's ribcage. "I love Goldfrapp," he says, and Brad's pleased to hear how wrecked Adam's voice is, too. "Love you more, though," he adds, licking the corner of Brad's mouth and swallowing up Brad's responding laughter.
"Love you too," Brad gets out between kisses. And that's when Brad's stomach grumbles helpfully. "And sausages. I really love sausages."
"Yeah, I know. Stay there; I'll go and get a cloth to clean us up, and then we can eat."
"Mmm. Did I mention I love you?"
Brad grins uncontrollably up at the ceiling when he hears Adam laughing all the way to the bathroom, and as Goldfrapp sings I wanna get out of here, inhale your sky; a beautiful place to be he thinks this may just turn out to be the best summer of his entire life so far.
And fuck, it's only July!
---
Thank you for reading! Leave a comment on your way out?
-The lyrics in this are taken from Goldfrapp's album Supernature (2005), from the songs 'Ooh La La', 'Number 1', and 'Lovely 2 C U'. I do not own them; Goldfrapp does. They are awesome songs.
