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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Adam_Lambert_(Musician), Tommy_Ratliff_(Musician)
  Relationship:
      Adam_Lambert/Tommy_Ratliff
  Character:
      Adam_Lambert, Tommy_Ratliff
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-06-26 Completed: 2010-06-30 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 4042
****** Naughty Little Schoolboy ******
by glitz_scream_(orphan_account)
Summary
     Adam is hired as the new drama teacher for a prestigious private
     school in England, where he soon becomes involved with the school's
     most infamous student. Featuring British/Spoiled!Tommy :)
Notes
     Tommy is 17 and Adam is 27, hence the underage warning.
     Again, x-posted from Livejournal [I'm moving all my fics here] so if
     you've read it before that's where.
***** Part One *****
Part One:
It was raining again. Outside was a dreary, soggy world, and inside a man sat
in front of a desk, contemplating the creamy paper before raising his pen. He
let go of all thought as he wrote, just letting emotion carry the words until
the paper was covered on both sides by small, neat writing. Only then did he
stop, going back to re-read his work, and he groaned in frustration. The page
was filled with sadness, angst, unrequited feelings. Why was all his writing so
depressing? He supposed it was just who he was, how his mind and emotions
worked, but he should be happy. He had just received word from the prestigious
Briarwood Academy in London. They wanted him as their head drama teacher, and
they were willing to pay top dollar, plus his travel expenses and accommodation
to get him. It looked like he would have to turn down the New York offer.
Besides, he'd always wanted to go to England.
xxx
"Motherfucker!" cursed the young man as he stared out the window of his lavish
bedroom. Why was it always raining? So much for going to the new amusement park
with his friends. And to top it off his parents had given the servants the day
off, which meant he had to do everything himself. Life was so unfair! The way
he saw it, the only child of the wealthiest family in England (aside from the
Royal Family), should have servants at his beck and call 24/7, but his parents
thought he was too spoiled, and should learn to fend for himself. Spoiled? Hah!
The nerve of them! He wasn't spoiled, he just had high expectations, and so he
should. Tommy Joe Ratliff always got what he wanted.
xxx
"What the - !" Adam bolted awake and promptly fell out of bed. Where the hell
was he? Nothing in the room looked familiar, and since when did his mattress
become a towering king-size luxury bed? Then he remembered. He was in some
high-class hotel in London, and it was, he squinted at the clock, 5:02 am.
Fuck! He had to get up in a couple hours and go to his first day of work as the
head art instructor at some hoity-toity boarding school. He'd never get back to
sleep now, so he picked himself up off the floor and fumbled for the light. He
was sure he'd never been so nervous in all 28 years of his life, and he knew it
would just get worse.
He had managed to choke down a muffin with his coffee at breakfast, but now,
standing in front of hundreds of judgmental, impatient eyes, he wished he
hadn't. Still, he thought he kept his cool pretty well, because if there was
one thing he had learned from teaching it was this: never let the students
sense your fear or weakness.
xxx
The classroom was quiet, too quiet, when Tommy finally arrived. He stretched up
on tiptoe to look through the window. Maybe no one was there. To his surprise
the whole class was there, sitting quietly on the auditorium seats, apparently
listening to the teacher. Tommy shifted his focus, and a man came into view.
And what a view it was! Soft black hair with, black clothes, pale skin, and
alluring blue eyes that met his as he wobbled on his toes before sliding out of
sight. The new teacher was gorgeous. "Mr. Lambert," he whispered. "Mr. Lambert.
You will look even beautiful spread out underneath me, writhing and begging for
release."
***** Part 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Tommy gets detention, and things get heated...
Part Two:
Eyes. They were what Adam noticed first about people, and they were the main
image in his mind as he climaxed with a soft cry.
Brown eyes, mischievous and demanding, half covered by shaggy, soft dark bangs.
Brown eyes and full lips, the tongue darting out to wet them. Brown eyes
belonging to Tommy Ratliff, the student he had been warned about, the student
whom his fantasies and writing had revolved around since the quick glimpse he
had caught of him through the window of the classroom door almost three weeks
ago. He hadn't seen him since, but he couldn't get him out of his mind.
xxx
Three weeks. That's how long it had been since Tommy had looked into the
auditorium and seen Mr. Lambert. He was planning his big debut, and he wondered
what his teacher would do. He hoped he would get detention, because he had seen
the look on his face, and he knew he had him just where he wanted him.
He had it planned down to exactly what he was going to say during detention,
and he knew Mr. Lambert wouldn't be able to resist him. Not if that look, or
the song, were any clue of the teacher's feelings, which Tommy was almost
positive were much more than just the usual friendly affection some teachers
have for their students.
xxx
Adam was in the middle of a lecture on Shakespeare and his writing style, and
how his plays were made to be performed rather than read, when the classroom
door flew open, causing him to drop his papers. The door slammed shut as he
straightened from picking them up, and he turned angrily to face whoever was so
rudely disrupting his class. He could feel his cheeks heat up and he couldn't
stop his mind from the instant replay of all the fantasies he'd had of Tommy
when he saw him standing there, looking utterly delicious, but he kept his
cool.
"Tommy Ratliff, I presume?" he questioned.
"The one and only!" the student confirmed.
"Well, Mr. Ratliff - "
"It's Tommy. My dad is Mr. Ratliff."
Someone at the back of the class chuckled.
"Well Tommy, I know that most teachers let you have free reign over their
classes, but I'm not most teachers. Since you haven't bothered showing up for
three weeks, I'm going to waste your time by giving you three weeks of
detention. I will expect you to be here at 4:00 pm sharp every Monday,
Wednesday, and Friday, starting today, until April third."
"Oh, it won't be a waste of my time," Tommy smiled, running his tongue along
his lower lip slightly, though not enough to be accused of anything, like
trying to seduce his teacher.
Adam's response came a few seconds late as he watched the progress of Tommy's
tongue.
"G-good. And if there's any problem I'm sure your parents won't mind hearing
from me."
Tommy smirked. The pause and the stutter had been brief, but he had caught
them, and from them he derived that his teacher was most likely looking forward
to the detentions as much as he was. And if Mr. Lambert knew what Tommy had
planned he would be looking forward to them even more.
xxx
The auditorium was empty and dim when Tommy walked in at 3:55. A self-assured
grin spread over his face as he bounced slightly in anticipation. The plan was
going smoothly so far. He was five minutes early, Mr. Lambert was nowhere in
sight, and he had just enough time to make the few necessary changes.
Sliding his schoolbag off his shoulder and onto one of the cushioned seats, he
opened it and pulled out two items: a small mirror and a black eyeliner pencil.
Flipping open the mirror he proceeded to smudge the liner carefully around each
eye, going for a smoky, alluring effect. When that was done he slid the items
back into the bag and closed it. He then ran his fingers through his two-toned
hair, mussing it up, knowing he looked even better that way. His nimble fingers
then undid the knot in his tie, and opened the first three buttons of the
mandatory white dress shirt. When he was satisfied he folded his arms and
reclined against the stage, facing the door, naughty little schoolboy waiting
for the teacher.
xxx
Arms full of props, Adam barely got the door open without dropping anything,
and when he did he stopped short, incredulous. If he had thought Tommy looked
delicious before it was nothing compared how he looked now.
Smudged eyeliner and mussed hair, tie undone, and the first three buttons of
his shirt open, as though he had been participating in a heavy makeout session.
A makeout session that had been entering the 'clothes removal' stage. And his
lips, oh his lips! Full and red they would look amazing wrapped around his –
no! He was not going down that path! He was a teacher and Tommy was a student.
It was wrong on so many levels, but oh, it was hard to resist, and he could
stop the first stirrings of arousal.
"What are you doing Tommy?"
"Serving detention, Mr. Lambert."
"No, I mean -"
"What's wrong? Can't deal with the truth that you're sexually attracted to one
of your students?"
"What?! I'm not sexually attracted to you!"
"Oh Mr. Lambert, for being such a good actor, you're a bad liar. And besides,
you dropped something," Tommy smiled, and produced a piece of paper from behind
his back.
Adam gasped. It was a song he had written while thinking of Tommy, full of
innuendo. It was incredibly personal, and although it didn't mention any names,
who it was about would be clear to anyone who knew anything about Adam's newest
fantasies. He gasped as Tommy backed him against the stage, one hand on his
chest, the other taking the paper before snaking around to his lower back.
"Tommy, you can't – we can't -"
"I can do anything I want, and we can do anything we want. No one will know and
besides, I know you want me."
Adam was speechless. He couldn't believe how self-assured, how shameless Tommy
was. But he couldn't deny it. He did want him, and he was going to have him.
Tommy just didn't know it yet.
xxx
He could tell Mr. Lambert was weakening, relenting, so he prepared for the next
step.
Tilting his head up to look his teacher directly in the eyes, Tommy slid his
hand up and over his shoulder, pressed against him lightly, and brushed his
lips softly with his own. He heard the soft huff of air, felt him lean into it,
and pulled back with a smirk.
"After me you'll never want anyone else."
Then he ground his hips forward and crushed his mouth against Mr. Lambert's,
forcing his tongue inside. He heard the teacher moan, felt his reaction, the
growing hardness against his hip.
Pressing against him harder Tommy forced Adam to crawl up onto the stage, and
he followed, straddling the older man without breaking the kiss.
Adam arched up, seeking more friction, and Tommy smirked against his lips,
grinding down hard, making them both moan and cry out. Then he had to pull back
for air.
xxx
Looking up at Tommy, Adam couldn't contain his want anymore. The student was
balancing his weight on his hands as he stared into his eyes, and he never
ceased the harsh grinding motion that was driving them both closer and closer
to the edge. And they were still fully clothed. His next words brought Adam
even closer to the edge.
"Suck my cock."
Adam moaned at those words, rolling his hips up, and saw his perfect
opportunity. He needed to hold onto his plan, but his will was being quickly
demolished by the beautiful, sexual, demanding boy atop him.
"Yes," he gasped. "Please. Wanna suck you."
xxx
Tommy smirked. He had his teacher right where he wanted him. Well, he would in
a minute. He rolled over, onto his back, wiggling until he was at the edge of
the stage, his legs hanging over, propped up on his elbows and proceeded to
unzip his pants, then beckoned for Adam.
"C'mon. I know you want this as much as I do."
Adam slid off the stage and positioned himself between his student's spread
legs. There. Now Mr. Lambert was right where he wanted him. Between his legs,
looking hungrily at his hard, dripping cock, about to suck him off.
Tommy groaned as the warm wet suction of the teacher's mouth wrapped around his
throbbing erection, and he gripped fistfuls of soft black hair, urging him on.
He couldn't believe how good this was. Mr. Lambert knew all the tricks that
brought his to the edge of ecstasy in record time. He swirled his tongue,
licked at the slit, and moved to suck him in as deep as possible, swallowing
around him.
"God Mr. Lambert – Adam. Fuck! Oh! More. Shit! Please. Fuck! Stop!"
He had to stop him before he came, because his plan didn't end in him pouring
his seed down his teacher's throat. It ended in him fucking his teacher's
brains out on the stage. But Adam didn't stop. Tommy tried to pull away, but
Adam gripped his hips, holding him in place and sucking harder, feeling the boy
getting ever closer to orgasm. Then with an inarticulate cry Tommy pulsed,
coming in his teacher's mouth, feeling him swallowing every drop.
When he came down he saw Adam sitting beside him, smirking.
"You didn't think I'd let you have all the fun, did you?" he said.
Tommy was stunned. Mr. Lambert had just overturned his plan, and was apparently
now looking for revenge.
"Two can play this game Tommy, and you're not the only one who's good at
getting what they want. It's my turn now, and it's time we found out how good
you are at begging for something, instead of just taking it."
"What?"
Adam smiled widely.
"My turn," he said. "Now strip!"
***** Part 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     Adam turns the tables on Tommy...
Part Three:
Previously:
He had to stop him before he came, because his plan didn't end in him pouring
his seed down his teacher's throat. It ended in him fucking his teacher's
brains out on his desk. But Adam didn't stop. Tommy tried to pull away, but
Adam gripped his hips, holding him in place and sucking harder, feeling the boy
getting ever closer to orgasm. Then with an inarticulate cry Tommy pulsed,
coming in his teacher's mouth, feeling him swallowing every drop.
When he came down he saw Adam sitting next to him, smirking.
"You didn't think I'd let you have all the fun, did you?" he said.
Tommy was stunned. Mr. Lambert had just overturned his plan, and was apparently
now looking for revenge.
"Two can play this game Tommy, and you're not the only one who's good at
getting what they want. It's my turn now, and it's time we found out how good
you are at begging for something, instead of just taking it."
"What?"
Adam smiled widely.
"My turn," he said. "Now strip!"
 
Tommy stared in astonishment. How had his teacher turned his beautiful plan
upside down so casually? But he couldn't resist the order.. Not after the most
amazing blow job of his life. Hands trembling slightly in anticipation of what
he hoped was coming he stood and undid the rest of the buttons on his shirt,
letting it fall to the ground, and took his shoes and socks off so he could
fully remove his pants.
All the while the boy was undressing Adam sat in front of him, leaning back on
his hands, a smirk firmly in place. He knew Tommy was stunned, but he also knew
that his student would enjoy what was coming. When Tommy was completely naked,
except for the tie, Adam issued his next order.
"Now you get to take my clothes off."
He shivered delightedly as Tommy hurried to comply. He was so hard he knew he
wouldn't last long, but he had to hold on until his revenge was complete. When
all his clothes were removed he pulled Tommy into his arms, whimpering at the
lovely contact, and kissing him gently. He knew their relationship, whatever it
was, could never work out, at least not until Tommy graduated, but he couldn't
help his feelings. He was fast falling for the cheeky, spoiled, rich boy, and
he had been falling since the day he saw the glimpse of him through the
classroom door.
Tommy melted into the kiss. No matter what image he portrayed to the public,
inside he was just a boy who wanted to belong to something that was only his,
something that no one could regulate or take away from him, something that only
one person could give him. He wanted love. More specifically he wanted Mr.
Lambert's love, but he knew that it wasn't possible. Not now, and maybe not
ever. But he could always hold onto his hopes and dreams.
Adam felt Tommy relax into him, and deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue into
the boy's willing mouth. Right now he didn't want to focus on his emotions, he
wanted to focus on the physical feelings of being with Tommy. He moaned as
their tongues danced, and he rolled his hips into his student's. He could feel
that Tommy was already becoming aroused again, and that made him all the more
desperate. With a reluctance he didn't show he broke the kiss and pulled away.
He was more than ready for stage two of his plan.
"Get on your hands and knees," he ordered, voice rough with lust.
Tommy stared at him defiantly. He was determined to make Adam's dominance
difficult.
"Make me," he returned.
In a swift movement Adam grabbed Tommy's wrists, rolled him over, manhandled
him onto his knees, and pushed on his back until his hands connected with the
stage floor. He knew what Tommy was trying to do, and he wouldn't hear of it.
The boy would do what he was told for once in his life, and he would be begging
for it by the time Adam was finished with him.
The move startled Tommy, but now that he was there he couldn't resist
complying. Moving down to rest on his elbows, head cradled on his arms, he
spread his legs as wide as they would go, and arched his back, waiting for the
next order. It never came.
Adam groaned deep in his throat at the sight before him. Tommy was perfect in
every way, and he was irresistible in that position. He was ready and willing,
and oh so delicious looking. Adam couldn't resist his desire to taste the
creamy flesh. Moving forward he fell to his knees behind his student. Raising
his arms he placed a hand on either ass cheek, and spread them apart. Leaning
in he flicked his tongue out and over the puckered hole, loving the gasp Tommy
emitted. He ran his tongue over the boy's entrance a few more times before
pushing in deeper, savouring the taste.
"Oh fuck!" Tommy gasped.
The feeling was overwhelming, and he was now fully hard again. No one had ever
done that to him before, and he couldn't believe Adam was. Nor could he believe
how good it felt to have his teacher's tongue in his ass. He cried out, bucking
into the man's face as he felt him go deeper.
"Please Adam...oh God, don't stop...more!" he was begging now, and he didn't
care. He just wanted release, and he wanted it fast.
Adam could tell Tommy was right on the edge by the way his thighs trembled, and
the strained sound of his voice as he begged. Reluctantly giving up tongue
fucking the boy's ass he stood up.
"I assume you brought condoms and lube?" he questioned.
"Y-yes. In the front pouch of my bag. Hurry," Tommy replied, shifting,
writhing, desperate.
Adam smiled. Finally he had Tommy right where he wanted him: desperate enough
to beg like a whore.
It didn't take long for him to find what he wanted, and he wasted no time
returning to Tommy, slicking his fingers with lube.
Tommy tensed when he felt Adam's fingers at his entrance. He knew it would
hurt, because he had never been on the receiving end of his sexual encounters,
but he was desperate enough not to care too much. He whimpered when the first
finger breached him, but it was still just uncomfortable. Then when the second
finger was added it started to sting. Adam was gentle though, and took his
time, letting Tommy get used to the feeling. When he was sure that the boy was
accustomed to the feeling of his fingers he began to scissor them, stretching
the tight muscle, that, in a few minutes, would have to accommodate something
much larger than two fingers. Hearing the whimper of pain Tommy made he slowed
down slightly, and then added another finger.
Tommy was soon used to the feeling, and in fact he was starting to enjoy it. He
gasped when Adam's fingers brushed against something that sent sparks of
pleasure through him, and he was almost disappointed when the fingers withdrew.
Then he felt the tip of Adam's cock nudging against his entrance. He tried to
relax, but it hurt so much more than the fingers had.
"Shh...it'll be ok soon," Adam soothed, and Tommy had to trust him.
When he was buried as deep as possible in Tommy's tight, hot body, Adam
stilled, waiting for the boy to adjust. It was hard holding back when all he
wanted to do was slam into him over and over until he came so hard his vision
blurred, but he wanted it to be enjoyable for Tommy as well.
The pain slowly started to recede, and Tommy tentatively rocked his hips back.
The movement sent another shock of pain through him, but with it came the
beginnings of pleasure. He wanted more.
Adam felt Tommy press back against him, and knew he was ready. Pulling out part
way he pushed back in, groaning at the feeling. He did that a couple more
times, still letting Tommy adjust to his girth, but before long the boy was
pushing back against him, begging for more.
"Oh God...Tommy! So good...so tight....Fuck!" Adam couldn't hold back any
longer, grabbing his hips and fucking him deep and fast.
"More, Adam...m-more...OH!" Tommy saw stars when Adam hit his prostate full on,
and he couldn't help tightening around him even more, knowing how good it felt.
"Fuck! Tommy! Do that again!" Adam was slamming into him, and almost lost it
when he felt him get even tighter.
"Like this?" Tommy gasped, tightening again.
"Yes! Yes! Just like that...OH God! Tommy....amaze – amazing!"
Tommy agreed. It was amazing.
"More, Adam. Fuck me harder! Yes, oh yes...Ooh!"
Adam was right on the edge, pounding into his student for all he was worth. He
needed to come, but he wanted Tommy to give in first. Reaching around with one
hand he gripped the boy's leaking, throbbing erection and stroked harshly in
time with his thrusts.
Tommy cried out incoherently when he felt Adam begin to jerk him off. His body
trembled, and he could feel his orgasm curling up from deep inside. He couldn't
hold on any longer, and when Adam hit his prostate again he came hard,
screaming his teacher's name.
As soon as Adam felt Tommy let go he followed, riding out his orgasm deep
within the boy, moaning and shuddering as his vision blurred around the edges.
He had never come so hard or so fast, and when he was finally spent he
collapsed against Tommy's sweat slick back.
They were both still breathing hard when Adam pulled out and they got dressed
again in silence. When they were fully clothed Adam beckoned to Tommy. When the
student turned to face him he pressed their lips together softly, putting all
his unspoken feelings into it.
"That was amazing, Tommy," he murmured, and was rewarded with a smile.
"I know. It's always amazing with me."
Adam had to laugh at that. Tommy was still the spoiled rich boy, and he always
would be, no matter what happened.
"I'll see you next detention," continued Tommy as he shouldered his bag and
headed for the door.
"I'll be waiting," returned Adam, winking. Then he remembered something.
"And Tommy?"
The boy turned.
"Yeah?"
"You were right. After being with you, I don't ever want anyone else."
 
~FIN~
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