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Title: Tonight
Pairing/Characters: Brian/Tommy
Rating (Word Count): NC-17 (5 X 100)
Warning(s): None
Author's notes: This continues from last week drabble-set, The End?, because apparently I just needed a little bit of encouragement for it to turn into something bigger.
Many thanks to![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
leela_cat for the beta. Any remaining mistakes are mine.
“Tomorrow?” Tommy repeats, like he needs to hear it one more time or he won’t believe it.
“Tomorrow.” The word feels like a promise. Brian’s eyes are shining as he brings Tommy closer.
They barely have the time to kiss before their phones start beeping at the same moment, thanks to Johnny and Terrance, who want to know where the hell they disappeared to.
It’s tempting to ignore them, but Tommy and Brian are still at the arena, in a public space where anyone could see them, and they aren’t supposed to be back here for a couple of hours.
***
Tommy can’t help but lean into Brian’s touch when, instead of letting him go, Brian traces the line of Tommy’s neck with his fingertips. Heat flares in Brian’s gaze, and through Tommy, when he finally releases Tommy.
“Tomorrow,” Brian says again. It’s the same promise as before, but this time darker, dirtier.
Except Tommy will kill someone if tomorrow doesn’t become tonight.
He doesn’t say anything. They join Johnny and Terrance to kill the few hours they have left.
Tommy smiles when he’s supposed to, puts in a word here and there, but Brian’s promise keeps dancing through his mind.
***
He still has doubts, and fears. Those won’t disappear in mere minutes, but they can wait until tomorrow. Tonight, he wants.
During the show, he does everything he can to ramp up the fire he can already feel under his skin. He flirts with Ashley, with Adam, keeps his attention off Brian until Brian leaves him with no choice. Until every time their eyes meet, Tommy’s reminded how badly he’ll get burned.
He wants every second of it. He pushes and pushes, provoking Brian the best way he knows how. It’s all part of the game they play on stage.
***
From the moment they step into their hotel room, though, nothing is the same.
It might be the knowledge of what will start once they get back home, all the what ifs and the maybes slowly turning into reality.
They’ve fucked before – that’s what started this whole thing – but it never felt like this. Like Brian’s whole attention is on Tommy as he spreads Tommy on the bed and licks deep into his ass until Tommy’s whole world is reduced to Brian’s fingers and tongue and teeth. Until Tommy has no words left but Brian’s name and “more” and “please.”
***
It’s never felt like this, but Tommy never wants to lose this strange, inexplicable sensation of belonging, of being right where he should be.
Not even when two fingers become three become four, leaving him gasping for air.
Not even when Brian’s fucking him deep, mouthing words into Tommy’s skin, words like “pretty” and “mine” and Tommy feels like this is so much more than he ever thought it could be.
Yet tonight doesn’t feel like a blip on the radar. It feels more like a taste of what’s to come.
And Tommy has a feeling it’s only the beginning.
Pairing/Characters: Brian/Tommy
Rating (Word Count): NC-17 (5 X 100)
Warning(s): None
Author's notes: This continues from last week drabble-set, The End?, because apparently I just needed a little bit of encouragement for it to turn into something bigger.
Many thanks to
leela_cat for the beta. Any remaining mistakes are mine. “Tomorrow?” Tommy repeats, like he needs to hear it one more time or he won’t believe it.
“Tomorrow.” The word feels like a promise. Brian’s eyes are shining as he brings Tommy closer.
They barely have the time to kiss before their phones start beeping at the same moment, thanks to Johnny and Terrance, who want to know where the hell they disappeared to.
It’s tempting to ignore them, but Tommy and Brian are still at the arena, in a public space where anyone could see them, and they aren’t supposed to be back here for a couple of hours.
***
Tommy can’t help but lean into Brian’s touch when, instead of letting him go, Brian traces the line of Tommy’s neck with his fingertips. Heat flares in Brian’s gaze, and through Tommy, when he finally releases Tommy.
“Tomorrow,” Brian says again. It’s the same promise as before, but this time darker, dirtier.
Except Tommy will kill someone if tomorrow doesn’t become tonight.
He doesn’t say anything. They join Johnny and Terrance to kill the few hours they have left.
Tommy smiles when he’s supposed to, puts in a word here and there, but Brian’s promise keeps dancing through his mind.
***
He still has doubts, and fears. Those won’t disappear in mere minutes, but they can wait until tomorrow. Tonight, he wants.
During the show, he does everything he can to ramp up the fire he can already feel under his skin. He flirts with Ashley, with Adam, keeps his attention off Brian until Brian leaves him with no choice. Until every time their eyes meet, Tommy’s reminded how badly he’ll get burned.
He wants every second of it. He pushes and pushes, provoking Brian the best way he knows how. It’s all part of the game they play on stage.
***
From the moment they step into their hotel room, though, nothing is the same.
It might be the knowledge of what will start once they get back home, all the what ifs and the maybes slowly turning into reality.
They’ve fucked before – that’s what started this whole thing – but it never felt like this. Like Brian’s whole attention is on Tommy as he spreads Tommy on the bed and licks deep into his ass until Tommy’s whole world is reduced to Brian’s fingers and tongue and teeth. Until Tommy has no words left but Brian’s name and “more” and “please.”
***
It’s never felt like this, but Tommy never wants to lose this strange, inexplicable sensation of belonging, of being right where he should be.
Not even when two fingers become three become four, leaving him gasping for air.
Not even when Brian’s fucking him deep, mouthing words into Tommy’s skin, words like “pretty” and “mine” and Tommy feels like this is so much more than he ever thought it could be.
Yet tonight doesn’t feel like a blip on the radar. It feels more like a taste of what’s to come.
And Tommy has a feeling it’s only the beginning.
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