Title: Palmistry
Author: Leela (leela_cat)
Pairing: Tommy/Isaac
Rating: PG
Word Count: 7x100
Author's notes: Written for glam_100, prompt #021: "I Never Knew..." Many thanks to vlredreign for the preread. Based on this picture, but bearing no resemblance to what really happened that day.


Isaac's laughing so hard it takes him several tries to tweet the picture and another three to hit Send. "Done," he finally says.

Peeking out from under the facecloth, Tommy smirks at him. "Forgot how to use your phone?"

"Just distracted by the beauty spread out before me."

"Shit that comes out of your mouth." Tommy snorts and flips bubbles in Isaac's direction. "Just get your ass in here before the water's too cold."

Isaac's laughter fades. Words flit through his mind. How he doesn't lie to Tommy. All the things Tommy doesn't know about himself. But Isaac remains silent.

~*~

The answer, Isaac decides, is to show Tommy what he sees, what his friends and fans see when they look at him.

Placing his phone on a shelf, he walks over to the bathtub and kneels on the mat. From an abundance of caution, knowing how Tommy moves when his insecurities rise, Isaac places the bottles behind him.

At the clinking of glass on tile, Tommy takes off the facecloth and tosses it on the low cabinet next to the tub. "You aren't joining me?"

"Hush," Isaac says, putting a finger over Tommy's lips. "Let me do this for you."

~*~

Ignoring the look of confusion on Tommy's face, Isaac takes a moment to just look at him. Tommy's straightened up enough that his hip's hidden beneath the bubbles and his left arm is under the water. But his right arm is still dangling out of the tub, and he hasn't curled in on himself in the way he does when he's trying to hide.

With no better ideas, Isaac starts with Tommy's right hand. He slides his own underneath, supporting it. He bends down and kisses each of Tommy's fingertips.

"So strong," Isaac says. "Perfect for making beautiful music."

~*~

Shifting uncomfortably, Tommy sloshes the water in the tub. "Calloused to shit. Fucked up nail polish. And my knuck—" He stops mid-word, inhaling audibly, when Isaac sucks his forefinger into his mouth.

The roughness of Tommy's skin, the way it scrapes over Isaac's lips sends a shockwave of lust through Isaac. He presses his tongue upward, digging Tommy's nail lightly into his palate, then draws the finger slowly out of his mouth.

He kisses it again and then looks into Tommy's wide, shocked eyes. "Listen to me," Isaac says. "Have I ever lied to you?"

Tommy shakes his head.

"They're beautiful."

~*~

Isaac raises Tommy's hand and nuzzles the palm. Then, drawing away, he traces each line with his tongue. "You're full of life, love, and heart. It shows on your hands, in everything you do."

"I..." Tommy's voice trails away when Isaac glances at him. His hand twitches as if he's fighting the urge to pull it away.

All Isaac can do is reinforce his message.

"You love." Isaac drags his lips along the heart line and down to Tommy's wrist. "You live." He kisses his way back up the life line. "You create music from the depths of your soul."

~*~

"You fall into the music." Isaac sucks on the webbing between Tommy's thumb and forefinger. He's almost panting. Each touch of his lips to Tommy's skin sends fire washing through him.

"Fucking hell, Isaac." Tommy shifts again, moving the bubbles, and this time Isaac sees the head of his hard dick bobbing just under the surface of the water.

Turning Tommy's hand over, Isaac bites lightly on each knuckle. "I love your fingers," he says. "Long enough to reach every string, every fret, every note. Long enough to press deeply inside me, to light me up, to touch my soul."

~*~

"So gorgeous." Isaac rests his mouth against the fingernails with their chipped polish and closes his eyes. His throat aches with words he never knew he was holding inside. Words of need, want, and love.

Isaac hears water splashing, Tommy's skin squeaking against the tub, and then another, equally calloused and smooth hand touches his cheek.

"That's you," Tommy says softly. He tugs his hand out of Isaac's grasp and cups Isaac's face. "You're so gorgeous."

Then Tommy kisses him. His lips are soft and firm, his stubble rough and tickling, and Isaac can do nothing but kiss him back.