Adam and Lance in the studio

Fiction by Pen . . . . . not real, made up, purely intended for entertainment

Ring, ring-a ling-a

this is an outtake from Bouquet, sometime during Adam's tour

"Hey, babe. Good show tonight?" Lance settled onto the bed as Adam's excitement spilled over the phone. He'd watched the show often enough that he could see it clearly in his mind, Adam glittering and gleaming in the spotlight, and the entire audience prepped and ready for him.

"Yeah, I miss you, too," he said. "You're ready to relax now, right?"

"If I can't have you in my bed, your voice is a fine substitute," Adam said. "If they ever make a talking sex toy..."

"Look under your pillow."

"What? Huh. How'd you do that?"

"I bribed your PA," Lance said, as Adam tore the wrapping off his gift. She'd been helpfully conspiratorial, intercepting the package and hiding it there.

"Mmm, nice! Although, I don't actually need a cock ring while you're in LA and I'm still touring."

"Put it on," Lance said. "Stand in front of the mirror. How does it look?"

"It looks good," Adam said after a moment. "I love the shiny texture. Bling for my cock, who'd have thought?"

"It reminded me of you," Lance said, lazily.

"So... what do I do now, hmm?"

Lance chuckled. "Now, you tell me how it feels. Tell me everything."


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