28 July 2013 @ 02:17 pm
Prompt #092: Shenanigans  
Title: Trouble
Pairing/Characters: Brian/Tommy
Rating (Word Count): PG-13 (10 X 100)
Content(s)/Warning(s): D/s
Author's notes: Many thanks to @MyPrivateAffair for the beta.

This continues from Letting Go. You can also read the whole thing on AO3.

“Be careful!”

Ashley’s warning surprises Tommy bad enough that he nearly drops his glass again. He barely manages to catch it before he spills whisky all over their bags.

“Did you have to scare the shit out of me?” He asks as he puts his glass back on the table in front of them.

He considers himself lucky for the save, if only because the whole day’s been hell from the moment he woke up. Spilling booze over everyone’s stuff right before they head on stage is the last thing he needs.

He relaxes a little before Brian nudges him.


“Are you trying to get into trouble?”

The question takes Tommy by surprise, enough that he can’t laugh it off as fast as he should. In part because, as Brian asks, Tommy realizes that he isn’t completely wrong. Maybe he’s asking for attention.

There’s been the argument over coffee this morning, an argument that ended with a firm, “Food first, Tommy Joe,” from Brian, and Tommy pouting his way through breakfast.

There’s been the mouthing off when he really shouldn’t have, to the point where Ashley got annoyed enough to hit him upside his head between two songs during soundcheck.


Her, “Will you stop acting like an ass?” was enough to make him quiet down, but not enough to completely stop him.

And now this, nearly getting everyone’s things soaked with booze because he wasn’t careful enough.

All of these things separately are very minor infractions. Put together, however, they add up to a lot.

Tommy didn’t realize until now what he’s been doing, how he was pushing at boundaries all over the place. He’s not proud of it, in part because he knows Brian won’t let it go easily. Not now that he’s figured out what Tommy was doing.


Unless Brian hasn’t seen it yet, which is all Tommy can wish for. Otherwise, he really is in trouble.

Of course, it’s useless to hope that Brian won’t manage to put two and two together, especially considering how hard it is to hide anything from him.

He knows the exact moment when Brian figures it out. Tommy knows what each variant of smile represents, what every cock of the brow means. Brian's current smirk means he's been caught out.

He hopes that Brian won’t call him on it. They have to be on stage soon. There’s no time for it.


Of course, he isn’t that lucky.

While the others file out of the dressing room, Brian grabs Tommy by the arm, loose enough that Tommy could get free if he really wanted, and backs him against the wall.

“If you want something, ask for it. Pushing me will only end with me tanning your ass. Clear?”

“Yeah, I get it,” Tommy replies as fast as he can. They need to be on stage, like, now.

“Don’t worry. You know as well as I do that Adam isn’t ready to go on yet. We have at least a couple of minutes.”


It’s isn’t enough to chase the tension out of Tommy. “Are we done?”

“Depends on you.” Brian shrugs, stepping closer and resting his hands on the wall on either side of Tommy’s head, caging him in. “Is there anything you want to say? Or were you just acting like a brat all fucking day long for no good reason?”

Tommy should know better. He’s aware that Brian’s baiting him, trying to force a reaction out of him.

He’s also aware that saying nothing will make the whole thing a lot worse. “What I want is your dick in my ass.”


He pauses, aware that he might regret this, in the best possible way. “It’s been way too fucking long. I’m tired of waiting.”

Brian’s pleased smile warms Tommy all over. “See? Not that hard, was it?”

Before Tommy can reply, Ashley’s voice carries through from the corridor. “Guys, if you’re not out of there in two minutes, we’re coming to get you!”

They both laugh. It’s her way to make sure no techs or innocent souls find them in a situation that would be awkward for everyone involved. As annoying as it can be, Tommy’s glad she has their backs.


Tommy’s starting to breathe freely again, both relieved and a little annoyed that he could get out of trouble that easily.

Right before they step on stage, though, Brian puts a hand on his shoulder and whispers, “Keep up the shenanigans if you want to. Enjoy them while you can.”

Brian’s words sound like a promise and a threat.

Tommy can’t help but ask, “You don’t care?”

Brian tightens his grip on Tommy’s shoulder. “I do care.”

Just like that, Tommy knows he’ll pay for this later. The idea is enough to make his stomach clench and his cock harden.


“But it doesn’t worry me,” Brian adds. “After all, we both know whose bed you’ll be tied to in a couple of hours.”

Tommy’s glare turns murderous. Now he has little chance to tame his erection before they step on stage and he knows Brian did it on purpose.

“Enjoy the show, baby,” Brian practically purrs in Tommy’s ear before walking away.

Gritting his teeth, Tommy closes his fists, nails digging crescents into his palms as he gets himself under control. “Fuck you.”

Since all that gets him is an amused smile, he takes Brian’s challenge for what it is.


Through the show, he flirts and teases as much as he can, pushing and pushing and pushing. He enjoys the high of music and lets it carry him until he doesn’t even care what the consequences will be.

When they come back on stage for Trespassing, the slap on his ass takes him by surprise, but the reason why he shoves Brian and flips him off is the sentence Brian says at the same time, making it impossible for Tommy to focus on anything but Brian’s words.

By the time I’m done with you tonight, boy, you’ll be coming dry.