Title: Dog Tag Fever
Pairing/Characters: TJ/Jase (OMC)
Rating (Word Count): NC-17, (16x100)
Warning(s): None
Author's notes: This is set in the It's That Pivotal Moment verse after the sequel which is in the editing process right now. All you need to know is Adam and Sauli are together and Tommy is dating an Army Doctor. Thanks to florida_minxie for the beta <333

This is for wynkat1313 who requested it. Hope you like it <333333



Dog Tag Fever

Tommy was watching Jase mow the grass. He was sitting in the chaise lounge, a cold beer resting on his stomach as his eyes followed Jase from behind his sunglasses. The sun was blazing down and the sweat on Jase's skin made it shiny, competing with the metallic glint coming off his dog tags. Tommy took another swig of his beer, relishing the liquid as it slid down his throat. He swallowed and licked his lips.

Jase took another turn and Tommy's hand tightened on his bottle as Jase's dog tags swung with the movement. Fuck, he was so fucked.

^v^

He didn't know when he'd begun obsessing over the damn things but he had. Probably while Jase had been in the desert and Tommy had slept with them in his hand every single night. He could still smell the metallic tang on his skin, feel the comforting touch of them around his neck. In fact, he dug around under his shirt, pulling out the special pair Jase'd had made for him.

Cautiously he brought them up to his face, smelled them, tentatively stuck his tongue out and tasted them. Lust hit him right in the gut. Made his breath catch.

^v^

Suddenly he could see Jase over him, holding him down, those damn dog tags swinging just out of his reach and Jase deliberately teasing him with them. Tommy closed his eyes. He had no idea where the fuck that idea had come from.

He and Jase were vanilla. The kinkiest thing they'd ever done was have sex on the kitchen table, right before a family dinner. This dog tag thing was a surprise to Tommy.

The mower cut off. Tommy's head snapped up, watching as Jase stretched, his muscles moving sinuously under his gleaming tanned skin.

"See something you like?"

^v^

Tommy took a swig of his beer, pointedly ignoring Jase's question.

Jase smirked and walked over toward him, leaving the mower behind. "You know that never works, right?"

Flipping him the bird, Tommy laid his head back on the lounge chair, a blatant attempt to ignore Jase's approach.

Of course that just fueled the fire and within moments Tommy was pressed into the chair, Jase's weight heavy on top of him. Jase tipped his head down, nuzzling into Tommy's neck, nipping at the skin. Tommy let out a small grunt and he felt Jase's lips curl up in a smile.

^v^

"Saw you watching me," Jase said huskily, sucking at Tommy's neck. He moved on to his earlobe, tonguing the piercings.

"So," Tommy muttered. "Watch you all the time."

"I like you watching me." Jase trailed kisses along Tommy's jawline.

Tommy tilted his head, practically begging Jase to kiss his way down.

Jase was only too happy to oblige and soon he was pulling Tommy's shirt out of the way so he could lick along Tommy's collarbone. "Still wearing these, huh?" Jase pulled the dog tags Tommy wore to the side with his finger.

Tommy shuddered, unconsciously thrusting up against Jase.

^v^

"You like that?" Jase asked playfully, tugging on the chain, pulling a whimper from Tommy's throat. "Oh, you do like that," he said, gripping the chain a little harder, making it bite into Tommy's neck.

Tommy arched up into Jase's touch causing Jase's dog tags to drag over his chest. "Fuck," he grunted out, doing it again.

"Shit, Tommy, why the fuck didn't you tell me?" Jase's hands grabbed at Tommy's shirt, ripping it in his haste to remove it.

"Didn't know," Tommy mumbled, digging his hands into Jase's shoulders, pulling him closer. He mouthed at Jase's neck, sucking hard.

^v^

He licked across the chain around Jase's neck, the metallic taste sharp and bitter on his tongue. Moving it around with his tongue, he drew it into his mouth, just as Jase tightened the grip he had on the set around Tommy's neck. Tommy arched his head back, his mouth opening on a gasp, the chain slipping out.

Jase's free hand drifted down, gripping Tommy's hip, blunt fingernails digging into Tommy's skin. Tommy thrust up against him, his cock rubbing right next to Jase's. Jase let him go and Tommy stared up at him, his vision hazy from arousal. "What?"

^v^

"Just grabbing some slick baby." Jase scrabbled under the chair for the suntan oil he'd tossed there earlier.

Tommy lifted his hips up, hurriedly pulling his shorts off, dragging his underwear with them and throwing them aside. His hands were yanking at Jase's fly when Jase came back with the oil. He grabbed Tommy's hands and pinned them above his head. "Don't move," he growled.

"Oh, fuck," Tommy whispered, thrusting his hips up again and bending his knees out, opening himself up.

The smell of coconut washed over him. "Fuck, Jase, hurry up," he pleaded.

"Don't make me gag you."

^v^

Tommy's eyes went wide as saucers and his hands shook a bit as he clung to the top of the chair. Until he say the playful glint in Jase's eyes and then he let out a soft laugh. "I dare you."

"Seriously," Jase said and Tommy closed his eyes as he felt the first finger slide into him. "Don't tempt me."

Quickly, Jase moved from one to three fingers, opening Tommy up until he was begging Jase to get on with it.

"Fucking stop teasing me, fucker," Tommy complained.

"Not teasing, "Jase grunted, sliding his dick home, inside Tommy's ass.

^v^

"Thank fuck," Tommy breathed out, clenching his ass around Jase's cock. And then Jase grabbed the chain around his neck again.

"Holy shit!" Tommy cried out, his hands losing their grip on the chair. The chain tightened around his neck.

"Don't let go," Jase growled out a warning.

Tommy's eyes searched Jase's and he nodded, seeing the love, trust, and overwhelming lust reflecting back at him. Tommy tightened his hands on the chair and Jase moved over him, deliberately dragging his dog tags over Tommy's nipple. They both looked down, watched it harden. Jase teased it to a tight peak.

^v^

"Fuck, Jase, please," Tommy whined. The chain around his neck tightened again, the tags brushing his lips. He parted his lips, darted his tongue out, wanting just a taste.

"Open up," Jase ordered softly.

Tommy met his eyes, saw the need and desperation Jase was feeling and slowly opened his mouth.

"Jesus, Tommy," Jase breathed out, his free hand dropping down to grip Tommy's hip again as he thrust into him, set a punishing rhythm, driving them both toward completion.

Jase let the dog tags in his hand drop gently into Tommy's mouth, tightening his grip on the chain.

^v^

Holding his gaze, Tommy closed his mouth around them, biting down. The metallic flavor invaded his senses and the need to come made his balls draw up and his dick start to ache. He gripped the chair so hard he was sure his knuckles were white. Feverishly, he gazed up at Jase's moving form, trying desperately to convey how close he was. Incoherent whimpers ripped from his throat as he thrust up helplessly only to grind back down against Jase's cock in his ass.

Jase's dog tags were swinging with each thrust , continuously dragging right over Tommy's left nipple.

^v^

"Jase, please, oh fuck," Tommy begged around the dog tags clenched between his teeth.

Jase's hand left his hip and gripped his cock, his fist making a tunnel that Tommy could fuck right into.

"Fuck, yes!" Tommy cried out in relief, thrusting hard into Jase's hand.

Jase lost his rhythm and Tommy knew he was close. He could feel his own orgasm coiling at the base of his spine. Then Jase yanked on the chain around his neck and did that wrist twisting thing on his cock and Tommy was gone, spurting between them, ass clamping down on Jase's dick.

^v^

Some part of Tommy knew that Jase was coming, could feel him shudder inside him, but he was so lost in his own pleasure that all he could do was hold on. The dog tags fell out of his mouth as he tried to catch his breath. The chain around his neck loosened as Jase let it go and collapsed forward burrowing his face into Tommy's neck.

Slowly, Tommy released his grip on the chair, dropping his hands onto Jase's back, holding him close, flexing his cramped fingers.

The two sets of tags warmed against their skin, trapped between them.

^v^

Eventually, Jase slid out of him and slumped against Tommy's side. Tommy cuddled into his chest, his fingers tracing the chain and the dog tags that stuck to Jase's skin.

Jase kissed his forehead. "So I guess we found our first kink."

Tommy ducked his head, feeling his cheeks heat up.

"Hey," Jase tilted Tommy's head up, a finger under his chin. "You think I care that you have a kink for me wearing my dog tags? I think it's kinda hot actually." He rolled his eyes.

"Obviously."

Tommy laughed, butting Jase's chest with his forehead, snuggling into his embrace.

^v^

After a few quiet moments, Tommy bit his lip, his finger returning to run along the chain around Jase's neck. "So, um…" his voice trailed off.

"Fuck, if I'd known my tags were such a turn on, I'd been wearing them to bed long before now. I think, Tommy Joe Ratliff, that you've created a monster."

Jase grabbed the chain around Tommy's neck and Tommy let out a sharp gasp. Jase just smirked and pulled him in for a kiss. When it finished and Tommy lay dazed and panting, Jase tugged again. "Yeah, not letting go of these anytime soon."

The End