Thread: A Glimmer in the Darkness (Translucentfeathers&ScarletQueen)

Adam leaned back on his arms, shrugging his shoulders with a small grin, All right, do your worst, he hummed as he waited for the Doctor to finish up the last part of the exam before he could be cleared. The light was a little blinding, but the relief he felt at the reassurance that he did not have a concussion and that none of the injuries he currently sported were all that dangerous was worth the temporary flash of light and light headedness he got from the checking of his eyes. The doctors hands continued to move, even as Thomas spoke, that accented voice sounding more and more comforting as time went on when Adam realized just how soothing the other man's tone and gentle ministrations were. There was confidence behind the doctor's movements, no touch lacking effeciency or certainty and it reminded him of when Adam himself got up on stage to dance. Of course, the actual things they did were different, but competence was sexy. It was always something that caught Adam's eye, seeing someone in their element, comfortable and doing their own sort of performance. It hurts to do certain moves, he said once his head caught up with the inquiries and suggestions Thomas was making. I have done more with worse, the dark haired man offered with a gentle shrug. Tylenol has always worked well enough for me. That and pain killers, the heavier kind that needed a doctors signature always left him feeling cloudy, like he was wrapped in a fog and he hated that loss of his senses. Adam tilted his head gently when he felt a gentle hand cupping his chin, fingers smoothing through his hair. It was just a part of the examination, he knew, but he couldn't help the warmth that seemed to spread into his very bones at the soft, affectionate touches. It felt so foreign to be handled with such care, and even though he craved rougher contact from his partners to the point of almost brutality within a dominant and submissive lifestyle, this? This felt like heaven. Adam's head tipped subconsciously against the gentle smoothing of the other man's fingers over his cheek, the dark strands of his hair being carded through. Adam lifted his eyes, catching the doctors gaze for a brief moment, a slight smile twisting over his lips as he arched an eyebrow when Thomas quickly looked broke the intense hold, watching as he turned and busied himself. Adam watched, keeping silent as the other man cleaned what remained of the make up and sweat from his hairline, eyeing the skin intently. The question had him shaking his head a bit, the smile becoming a bit more strained. We...I told you we had a fight, he supplied simply with a roll of his shoulders as he shifted on the small hospital bed. This morning, he got upset over something and I- he stopped, a bit of a blush flaring over his cheeks. He had brought it on himself, really, he should have known better than to fight back. -I was stupid and when he started laying into me over it I got smart and snapped back and got cracked over the head with a bottle. Adam should have known better, should have just kept his damn mouth shut. He hung his head a bit, the normal shine and charm dropping hard as his shoulders slumped slightly. It was idiotic to fight back but I just couldn't take it anymore and started yelling and that's when he cracked me over the head with the bottle, Adam said with a wince. He then caught me in the ribs with a few kicks before smacking me around a bit and shoving me, but the rest didn't bruise. If I show up with too many marks at works and I can't perform, he responded with a shake of his head at the twisted almost silent agreement, the only one that still stood between him and his current ex. Adam looked up at Thomas, uncertain what he would find in the other man's eyes. Pity? Disgust? Disappointment? Surely he had ruined the fantasy for this man, whatever mystery and allure that had been there and caught the doctor's attentions in the first place. Adam felt weak and he despised it. It...it isn't like he just woke up like this and did a one-eighty, but it wasn't like that in the beginning. Somewhere along the lines the pain that was laced so expertly with pleasure had shifted, changed, the dynamics slowly bleeding out of the bedroom into something darker and more sinister, losing all aspects of respect until it coated every inch of his entangled life with that man.