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Title: A Lack of Conviction
Pairing/Characters: Brian/Tommy
Rating (Word Count): PG-13 (6 X 100)
Warning(s): None
Author's notes: Thanks to![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
leela_cat for the beta. Any remaining mistakes are mine.
This continues from last week drabble-set, Tonight. (Yes, this is turning into a ~thing. No, don't ask, I have no idea what's happening in my brain right now!)
They’re at the airport, patiently waiting for the plane that will take them home, and Ashley and Terrance are already talking about going out. While Tommy’s easier to convince not to hole up in his room when they’re out on tour, as soon as he hears the words, “Dance party,” he has to restrain himself from groaning aloud.
“Without me,” he calls out. “I need some time on my own.”
Ashley pouts at him, but he shakes his head. All he has in mind for tonight is to try and maybe get some sleep, if jetlag and insomnia allow it.
***
That is, until he feels the pressure of Brian’s thigh against his and Brian asks, so softly that Tommy’s the only one who can hear him, “Do you really need to be alone that badly?”
Tommy’s heart does that ridiculous pitter-patter in his chest, and he tries his best to ignore it. “What does that mean?”
“It means, am I going out with them or am I taking you back to mine? I know what I want to do,” Brian admits with a smile, “But it’s up to you.”
Tommy needs some time to himself, that wasn’t a lie. But…
***
“I’d need to drop my shit at my place first.”
Brian shrugs. “Sure. We can do that.”
Tommy hesitates. He’s aware he’s making things more complicated than they need to be, but after the way things happened the last time around, he thinks he’s being cautious, not silly. “When you said tomorrow, I had no idea you really meant tomorrow.”
“Tommy Joe.” There’s something in the way Brian says his name that forces Tommy to pay attention. “I rarely say things like that if I don’t mean them. Besides, we won’t have that much time before I’m leaving for NOLA.”
***
“I know.” Tommy sighs. “The whole thing scares me a little, that’s all.”
“That’s why we need to talk,” Brian reminds him.
Tommy takes a deep breath, and before he can stop himself, he says, “Sure. Take me home.”
His heart flutters again at Brian’s warm smile. It might have gone farther if not for the fact that, at this very moment, Tommy hears a little, “Awww,” that’s just loud enough to get him to look up.
He scowls at Ashley, who’s sitting in front of them, elbow on her armrest and chin in her hand, looking far too pleased.
***
“What the fuck, Ash?”
Ignoring him, she looks at Brian instead. “So I’m guessing you’re not going out with us either, right?” She looks way too happy about that.
“No, I’m not. But since your fun is listening to conversations that are none of your business, you already know that.”
Ashley puts her headphones back on, and turns her attention to her phone. Still, she keeps stealing glances at Tommy and Brian, often enough that it gets annoying, and Tommy snaps, “Stop it, Ash. There’s nothing to stare at.”
“Really? I’m sorry but you guys stopped being subtle weeks ago.”
***
“It’s not funny.” Usually Tommy doesn’t mind her teasing. Now, though, it’s grating on his nerves.
She doesn’t reply. Instead, she moves to the empty chair on his other side and says, “Come on, Tommy. Can’t I be happy that you guys finally got your heads out of your asses?”
Tommy shoves her out of the way. She’s laughing so hard that she nearly falls off and onto the floor.
She smiles at him.
Brian chooses this exact moment to link his fingers with Tommy’s and whisper, “She’s right, you know.”
Just like that, Tommy’s “Shut up” suddenly lacks conviction.
Pairing/Characters: Brian/Tommy
Rating (Word Count): PG-13 (6 X 100)
Warning(s): None
Author's notes: Thanks to
leela_cat for the beta. Any remaining mistakes are mine.This continues from last week drabble-set, Tonight. (Yes, this is turning into a ~thing. No, don't ask, I have no idea what's happening in my brain right now!)
They’re at the airport, patiently waiting for the plane that will take them home, and Ashley and Terrance are already talking about going out. While Tommy’s easier to convince not to hole up in his room when they’re out on tour, as soon as he hears the words, “Dance party,” he has to restrain himself from groaning aloud.
“Without me,” he calls out. “I need some time on my own.”
Ashley pouts at him, but he shakes his head. All he has in mind for tonight is to try and maybe get some sleep, if jetlag and insomnia allow it.
***
That is, until he feels the pressure of Brian’s thigh against his and Brian asks, so softly that Tommy’s the only one who can hear him, “Do you really need to be alone that badly?”
Tommy’s heart does that ridiculous pitter-patter in his chest, and he tries his best to ignore it. “What does that mean?”
“It means, am I going out with them or am I taking you back to mine? I know what I want to do,” Brian admits with a smile, “But it’s up to you.”
Tommy needs some time to himself, that wasn’t a lie. But…
***
“I’d need to drop my shit at my place first.”
Brian shrugs. “Sure. We can do that.”
Tommy hesitates. He’s aware he’s making things more complicated than they need to be, but after the way things happened the last time around, he thinks he’s being cautious, not silly. “When you said tomorrow, I had no idea you really meant tomorrow.”
“Tommy Joe.” There’s something in the way Brian says his name that forces Tommy to pay attention. “I rarely say things like that if I don’t mean them. Besides, we won’t have that much time before I’m leaving for NOLA.”
***
“I know.” Tommy sighs. “The whole thing scares me a little, that’s all.”
“That’s why we need to talk,” Brian reminds him.
Tommy takes a deep breath, and before he can stop himself, he says, “Sure. Take me home.”
His heart flutters again at Brian’s warm smile. It might have gone farther if not for the fact that, at this very moment, Tommy hears a little, “Awww,” that’s just loud enough to get him to look up.
He scowls at Ashley, who’s sitting in front of them, elbow on her armrest and chin in her hand, looking far too pleased.
***
“What the fuck, Ash?”
Ignoring him, she looks at Brian instead. “So I’m guessing you’re not going out with us either, right?” She looks way too happy about that.
“No, I’m not. But since your fun is listening to conversations that are none of your business, you already know that.”
Ashley puts her headphones back on, and turns her attention to her phone. Still, she keeps stealing glances at Tommy and Brian, often enough that it gets annoying, and Tommy snaps, “Stop it, Ash. There’s nothing to stare at.”
“Really? I’m sorry but you guys stopped being subtle weeks ago.”
***
“It’s not funny.” Usually Tommy doesn’t mind her teasing. Now, though, it’s grating on his nerves.
She doesn’t reply. Instead, she moves to the empty chair on his other side and says, “Come on, Tommy. Can’t I be happy that you guys finally got your heads out of your asses?”
Tommy shoves her out of the way. She’s laughing so hard that she nearly falls off and onto the floor.
She smiles at him.
Brian chooses this exact moment to link his fingers with Tommy’s and whisper, “She’s right, you know.”
Just like that, Tommy’s “Shut up” suddenly lacks conviction.
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