Title: No More Hiding
Author: Leela (leela_cat)
Characters: Isaac/Tommy
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 9x100
Content/Warning(s): None
Author's notes: Written for glam_100, prompt #035: I want your naked love. Many thanks to batdina and florida_minxie for the beta.


Tommy isn't an idiot, no matter what some people think. As far as he's concerned, anyone who judges him on his shit spelling or his pink hair or his accent gets what they deserve. That being said, he does have his moments of being hit over the head by truths he's been ignoring, and this is one of them.

Fuck Isaac and his fucking bare chest fetish anyway. Who the hell wants to let fans see the nakedness beneath the cover-up?

Straightening up, Tommy forcibly moves his attention back to stage front, to Adam, who's charming the crowd as usual.

~*~

Afterwards, while Adam's being courted by the soul-sucking vampires with their cameras and mics, by the famous and wanna-be famous, Tommy heads for the open bar. He's beyond ready to take his jacket off, but not here, not in front of their avid eyes.

"Tommy!" Isaac catches him by the sleeve, strong hand gripping firmly enough that Tommy can't slip away.

Damning himself while he does it, Tommy pauses and turns to Isaac. "Getting a drink," he says, "then a shower." He waves his free hand at his underarms.

"We need to talk," Isaac says, and Tommy's post-concert high plummets.

~*~

"Not here," Tommy says. "Not now."

"Today. Tonight."

Tommy shakes his head. "We were drunk, man. Fucking wasted."

It's not a lie, but it's so damn far from the whole truth that it might as well be. And, from the look on his face, Isaac knows it. Fuck him for that.

Isaac reaches up with his free hand and resettles his hat before removing it. He leans forward and whispers, "Not enough to forget." Then he places his hat on Tommy's head and walks away.

Drowning in Isaac's scent, Tommy turns away from the bar and heads for the showers.

~*~

It's a DM tonight, not a tweet, but the invitation is still the same: cards in Brian's room. Tommy's running his fingers around the brim of Isaac's hat, about to accept, when he hears a familiar knock on his door. Before he's so much as thought about whether to pretend he's not there, the door opens.

Isaac's got a room card in his hand and doesn't look even remotely apologetic. He puts out the Do Not Disturb sign, flips the security locks, then walks toward the bed, toward Tommy.

"Now," Isaac says.

Tommy sends Isaac's hat spinning across the room.

~*~

Isaac's sitting on the bed before Tommy can drag his eyes away from the hat. He doesn't fucking do talking. He thought Isaac got that. Yeah, he can talk someone's ear off when he's in the mood for it, but that's not the same as fucking talking. At least according to his ex-girlfriends.

Tommy stares at his fingers, which are flexing and twitching with the urge to play, to grab a guitar and jam, to create music so he can hide from this shit.

"Talk to me," Isaac says, and Tommy flinches at the unidentifiable emotional something in Isaac's voice.

~*~

They sit there, silent in a way they've never been before. Not since that first day when Isaac was introduced as the new drummer. Tommy was drawn to him then, like Isaac was a fucking magnet. It's the goddamn smile, the way it lights up Isaac and everyone else around him. Tommy's sure of it.

He scratches at a thin spot in his sleep pants. He should buy new ones, he thinks, even as he pulls the threads apart and creates a tiny hole in the cotton.

"No one else knows," Isaac offers, like that makes everything better.

As if.

~*~

Disbelief drives Tommy's head up, drags it around, He stares at Isaac. A snort of laughter escapes the lump of words that are clogging Tommy's throat, choking him, and he shakes his head.

"They don't." Isaac's insistent, as if he actually fucking believes what he's saying.

The brush of Isaac's fingers on the back of Tommy's hands finally releases him. He flings himself off the bed and turns on Isaac.

"You are, like, so not that stupid. The next morning Adam fucking tapped me on the ass and sang, 'walk that walk like you don't give a fuck' to me."

~*~

Those words finally kill the smile that always lurks at the back of Isaac's eyes, dims his light, and Tommy wants to kick himself. He's fucking everything up, and he has no idea how to stop himself.

"Adam won't tell anyone," Isaac finally says, after too many seconds have passed.

"That's, like, so not the fucking point." Biting his lip, hugging himself, something breaking inside him, Tommy whispers, "You fucked me. Without any goddamn protection, Isaac."

Isaac is on his feet, wrapping his arms around Tommy, holding him up, almost before the realization, the saying it aloud, has sunk in.

~*~

"Tell me you're fucking clean." Burying his face in the crook of Isaac's neck, Tommy's half-bent over, feeling awkward as fuck.

"I'm clean."

"Like, you know, lie to me if you've gotta. I'll totally believe you."

"Not lying." Isaac tugs on Tommy's hair.

Relief makes Tommy snap, "Fucking asshole. Don't do that to me again. Like not ever."

"No more barebacking?" Isaac asks.

Tommy almost over-balances when Isaac pulls back and looks into his eyes, not giving him anywhere to hide.

"Shit, no, that's so not what I meant." Shuffling closer, Tommy snuggles in. "No more letting me run away."