January 2004
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by coreopsis pairing: Tommy/Nick rating: NC-17 disclaimer: none of this happened except in the author's heavily medicated brain. |
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Tommy's holding his dick. Actually he's waving it back and forth, trying to entice Nick to suck it. And Nick will. Of course, he will. That's why he's here. Not the only reason, but definitely in the top five. "Fuck, Nick, come on..." But Tommy's laughing so the demand loses some power. Nick grins against the smooth, firm skin of Tommy's stomach and continues tracing the letters there. At the top of the M, he opens his mouth and scrapes his teeth up to Tommy's right nipple. He takes the thick silver ring between his teeth and tugs, almost giggling when Tommy's hips arch off the backseat. "Fuck, oh..." Tommy's not laughing now. Nick tugs again and then releases, moving back down to the A which he outlines with the very tip of his tongue so lightly that Tommy can probably only barely feel it then he presses the flat of his tongue to the Y, hard and wet. Stabbing the tip of his tongue into Tommy's bellybutton makes him squirm again and Nick tightens his grip on one of Tommy's narrow hips. There's ink there too and Nick loves that, loves that Tommy's entire body is a canvas, that he's a walking work of art. Nick wants to be that too, will be one day he knows, maybe when he's as old as Tommy. But for now, he is what he is and Tommy seems to like that, and Nick is sometimes secretly amazed that Tommy thinks he's cool enough to hang out with--in public and everything. Fucking on the sly would not be a compliment, a dirty thrill to be someone's secret, yes, but not something to be proud of. Nick is proud that he can talk about Tommy whenever he wants and call him "my friend" and mean it, and know that it's not just the usual industry namedropping. Of course, since they're also fucking on the sly, he gets a bit of that thrill too, but it doesn't feel dirty. Especially when he hears Tommy defending him and saying stuff like he can sing his nuts off. And Tommy'd know the exact state of Nick's nuts, all right. There's an ache in them right now that reminds Nick he's been teasing them both long enough. So after he traces the last M, instead of going up for more nipple play, he goes down. He wraps one hand around Tommy's hand so that they're both pumping the lower half of Tommy's dick while Nick laps at the head, drawing a long, husky "fuuuuuuuck, yessss" from Tommy's mouth. Nick takes the first few inches of Tommy's dick in his mouth and starts to move, taking it slow at first to adjust to the size and so that he can savor the experience-- the unique musky taste, the springy-satin texture of the smooth head, the warmth and weight in his mouth. He hears a thump that sounds like the back of Tommy's head hitting the window and he starts to look up, but Tommy's free hand holds his head down, long fingers tangling in his hair, twisting just short of painful, urging Nick on since Tommy seems to have given up on speech completely. That's how Nick knows when he's close, when Tommy gets quiet and he's barely even breathing and his entire body feels like tautly stretched wire, a guitar string thrumming in Nick's hands and then snap and he's coming and Nick's swallowing for lack of anything better to do since he doesn't want to spit in a rental. The tension flows out of Tommy and his hands go soft and tender, cradling Nick's head as he pulls him up for a kiss. His eyes are hazy and all he can say is "fuck, baby...umm, fuck" as he licks at Nick's mouth and Nick takes that as the compliment that it is. Tommy reaches down to slide a hand under Nick's shirt. He rubs Nick's back before sliding his fingers into the waistband of Nick's shorts. The angle's all wrong for him to go deeper so he's just barely teasing the top of Nick's ass, but it's enough to send a tremor down his spine. He's strung pretty tightly himself by now and thinks that Tommy won't have to do very much at all to get him off. "Whatcha want? Fuck or suck?" There's that thread of laughter back in Tommy's voice and Nick can feel his lips curving into a smile against Nick's cheek. Frustrated, anticipating, Nick shudders and notices that the back seat of a Hummer is pretty damn big, but not quite big enough. He says "suck" and Tommy bites his jaw. Just a quick nip that won't leave a mark, but then he's sinking his teeth into Nick's neck, the sharp sting making Nick even harder which he wouldn't have thought possible at this point. Tommy pushes at Nick and they're sliding and shifting over and around and it's awkward for a couple moments until Nick's shorts are down around one ankle. His other foot is propped on the back of the front seat so that Tommy can wrap one arm around Nick's thigh as he lowers his mouth to Nick's cock. His warm moist breath on Nick's skin is all the teasing he does, which Nick appreciates deeply. He wants to get off soon, now, before he explodes, and Tommy wastes no time making it happen. Nick tilts his head down so that he can watch the dimple in Tommy's cheek wink in and out of existence as Tommy works Nick's cock with enthusiasm, so he can see the highlighted lock of hair falling loose from the darkness to curve along the edge of his forehead. He watches the flutter of Tommy's eyelashes and the wet slide of his lips, and fuck but he's pretty when he gives head and that's almost enough. Then Tommy's hand pumps the base of his dick harder a couple of times then glides lower, petting his balls with delicate fingers before sliding back between Nick's legs and pushes and oh fuck. He's coming before he can get out a warning and Tommy chokes just a little but swallows it down anyway. Pleasure floods through him and he thinks he loves Tommy a little, he loves Hummers and Malibu and the whole wide world. Tommy sits up and wipes his mouth before kissing Nick quickly, almost chastely, on the lips. Nick shakes his head and cradles Tommy's face so that he can press their lips together firmly, opening Tommy's mouth so he can taste his come on Tommy's tongue, just like Tommy could taste his in Nick's mouth. And that's hot too because they blend together make a whole new flavor that's unique to just the two of them. Nick pulls back a little and smiles. He could tell Tommy how special it makes him feel and Tommy would get it because he's surprisingly intuitive where Nick is concerned, which probably should worry Nick. Such a thing could be turned against him so easily, but he can't because it means so much to him that someone outside the Boys knows him so well. And it's still a wicked thrill to be fucking Tommy Lee. Hell, he knows that when it's over, that'll still be one of the coolest things he's ever done. the end. Back |