January 2004



Dr. Feelgood
by coreopsis
pairing: Tommy/Nick
rating: NC-17
disclaimer: none of this happened except in the author's heavily medicated brain.


"You sure this is a good idea, dude?"

"Dude, I have way better security these days. Trust me, dude."


Nick looked at the camcorder on its sleek little tripod and then back at Tommy, paranoia and nerves giving way to the natural lure of performing. Tommy dropping his shorts and flinging himself on the bed sealed the deal. Gangly inkstained limbs spread wide across the covers and that infamously big cock already hard and ready for Nick to do with as he pleased.

And pleased they both would be. He tilted his head and licked at the corner of his mouth as he took in Tommy from his messy hair to the wealth of tanned skin to the talented hands beckoning him closer. He knew that his hero worship was written all over his face. He also knew that Tommy got off on it. They weren't in love and probably never would be, but they had an honesty between them that made Nick happier than he'd been in a long, long time.

Tommy just got it, got him. He didn't freak if Nick touched him in public, he didn't get all tangled up in labels or feel like he had to defend his sexuality all the time. He was fucked up and knew that Nick was too and they rolled with it, reveled in their fuckedupness sometimes and laughed and laughed, and Nick did love that.

"You gonna just stand there all day?"

"I might." Nick poked his tongue in his cheek and grinned. "Just admiring the view."

"Well, not that I blame you--" laughter threaded though Tommy's voice and Nick's cock twitched inside his pants "--but why don't you come over here for a close up?"

With one more glance toward the camera, Nick stepped closer to the bed and into frame. Tommy motioned to Nick's left and said, "Hey, before you take off your clothes, step over that way, about a foot or so."

Nick looked at the floor as he did so and cracked up when he saw the tiny X of gaffer's tape. He hit his mark and methodically stripped his clothes off, intentionally not trying to be sexy. But he stared at Tommy all the while and promised all kinds of retribution with his eyes.

Tommy just stared back with not a trace of worry, his gaze flickering over each new bit of skin revealed until finally Nick stood bare before him. Nick watched Tommy swallow hard and then raise his hand again, silently motioning Nick closer. After the tiniest hesitation that Nick wouldn't have been able to explain if called on it, he crawled onto the bed.

Kneeling between Tommy's legs, he leaned forward and cradled Tommy's face in his hands, tilting his face to a better angle for the camera. Smooth skin beneath his palms and laugh lines under his fingers and Tommy's mouth opening slightly to meet his tongue. Their kisses were almost perfect, just wet enough, not too fast or deep, kisses that Nick could gradually sink into as Tommy's hands slid over his skin, tracing testing feeling him, slow and soft and then pushing hard, dragging moans from the back of his throat as Tommy played his body like just another instrument he was quickly becoming proficient on.

Tommy was so fucking talented. Nick was learning so much from him, in the studio and out of it. And most of it he could never share with the fellas, like...oh, that thrill he felt when Tommy licked his jaw and squeezed his balls so gently before pressing firmly behind them. He could never tell them how utterly fucking cool it was to lift one of Tommy's long legs over his shoulder and swallow down his dick with a skill that had even a man as jaded as Tommy whimpering and skittering his hands over the sweatslick surface of Nick's back--Tommy particularly liked it when Nick hummed the first few bars of Dr Feelgood. He could never explain how he always knew the exact second to stop, pull off, hold Tommy's dick tight at the base until he calmed down enough for Nick to roll the condom on and straddle his hips.

Secrets like that were the best, Nick knew. The fullness, the slight burn--not painful just there--as he impaled himself with Tommy's enthusiastic encouragement. Because the moment his mouth was free, Tommy always started talking, urging Nick on with rough whispers, sweet endearments buried under sharp curses, and always that need, that aching raw desire that scraped at Nick and kept him coming back for more, would always keep him coming back until Tommy stopped saying "please" with that particular break on the s, until "fuck" no longer had eighty different meanings and a husky "Nick" no longer sounded like an aphrodisiac and a narcotic combined.

Sex with Tommy was all that and so much more. Nick lowered himself onto Tommy's erection, soaring higher as he took him in. He sometimes thought that fucking Tommy was a rebellion of sorts-- not just that Tommy was eighteen years older than him because most of the time he didn't act like it--no, more like a twisted celebration. A crazy tribute to all the things that Nick wanted to be and defiance of all the things he feared he'd become. Strung out, out of control, control freak, freaking out over every little thing, things always out of balance, balancing career success with personal failure, failing in the business while he finally got his private life straightened out. Straight. Out. Fears and dreams so wound up together that sometime he couldn't tell them apart and then he was falling, falling into Tommy, grasping for the end of the rope that would save him from the void and finding Tommy's hand wrapped tight around his. Tommy's arms anchoring him, Tommy's low voice calling him back to earth. Reeling him in and bringing him home.

"Tommy, oh...oh!" Nick gasped and shuddered and wanted to laugh but he didn't have the energy. He grinned up into crinkled brown eyes and tightened his muscles and gave Tommy one last squeeze that had him closing his eyes and grunting a sigh as he came.

After a long shivery breathless moment, they both opened their eyes and grinned. Tommy reached up and tweaked Nick's nipple rings and Nick leaned over and licked Tommy's ear, his teeth clicking on the thick silver rings along the lobe. Nick settled at Tommy's side and looked into the camera. "So how'd I do? Do we need another take?"

Tommy laughed and lightly slapped Nick's flank as he sat up and removed the condom. "It was perfect but we might need one more just in case. You know what I've been thinking?"

Nick groaned and laid a forearm over his eyes. "I'm not getting in the fucking swing."

"No, I know. But you still have that Hummer, right?"

"Yeah," Nick answered cautiously. He hadn't felt like driving it after the whole thing with Punk'd but he still had the lease on it.

"'s got a big backseat, right?" Tommy's voice was pornographic even asking a perfectly innocent G-rated question and Nick shuddered, not caring if Tommy saw the effect he had.

"Well, I was thinking, we could set up the camera in there again for our own little private show..."

Nick groaned and said "No, are you fucking crazy?" but he and Tommy both knew that just meant "Yes, I'll do it as soon as you convince me it's okay."

And Tommy would because that's what he did. He convinced Nick that everything was okay, no matter how fucked up it might seem. And the funny thing was, it always worked and Tommy was always right.
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