Title: Smooth
Pairing/Characters: Brian/Tommy
Rating (Word Count): NC-17 (8x100)
Warning(s): None
Author's notes: Thanks to leela_cat for the beta! This fills the "Comfortable Clothes" square on my cottoncandy_bingo card.



Smooth

Tommy sat on the toilet lid, watching Brian's every move. It wasn't the first time they'd done this, wouldn't be the last either. Regardless, it always made him nervous, keyed him up. Inherently, he knew it was supposed to do the opposite and it would eventually, but right now, he was chewing on his thumb, his heart was starting to race, and he couldn't help but bounce his knee up and down restlessly.

"Tommy," Brian said, his voice a caress.

Stilling his leg, Tommy glanced up at Brian, determined not to look at the shiny metal razor in his hand.

^v^

"You still want me to do this, Pretty Boy?"

Quickly, Tommy nodded, spreading his legs a bit.

"I need your words," Brian admonished.

"Yes, please," Tommy whispered, his mouth dry.

"Good boy, just think about how sensitive your skin will feel, especially when you wear those comfortable track pants you love. The soft fabric sliding against your bare skin. You'll be hard all the time, just the way I like it. We'll get this done, then I need to decide if I want to fuck you or come in that pretty little mouth of yours."

"Jesus, fuck, Brian. Come on!"

^v^

The sharp stinging slap to the inside of Tommy's thigh was almost expected but it still startled him. "Ow, fucker," he mumbled, rubbing at the spot.

"Patience. Now, get your hands out of the way, baby, and spread just a little more for me."

Tommy dropped his hands to grip the sides of the toilet, spreading his legs as ordered. Swallowing hard, he watched as Brian dragged a warm wet washcloth all over his cock and balls. The minty fresh smell of shaving cream filled the air as Brian covered his skin with it.

"Now hold still," Brian ordered quietly.

^v^

Each drag of the razor across his skin made Tommy want to squirm. Sweat was beading up on his lip from the effort it took to remain still. His dick was hard and pulsing in Brian's hand as Brian moved it around and out of the way of the razor. Tommy's hair fell in his face and he huffed to blow it out of the way.

Brian's lips curled up into a smile. "Just think about how those track pants are going to feel on that plane tomorrow, all soft and smooth against your bare skin."

"Not helping," Tommy grunted.

^v^

The grip Brian had on Tommy's cock tightened. Tommy took in a deep breath, the immediate need to come suppressed for the moment. He bit his lip as Brian moved his balls around, shaving around them then finally shaving off the scant amount of hair on them as well.

"All done. Just gonna wipe you down."

A gasp slipped out from Tommy when Brian teasingly scratched a fingernail lightly down newly bared skin. Goosebumps rose up. It was sensual, arousing, and made him want to come.

"Please," he pleaded.

"Soon, baby," Brian promised, wiping him down with a warm cloth.

^v^

Tommy bit his lip harder as Brian dragged the washcloth around his balls and up over his cock.

"Fuck, Brian, I can't –" he whimpered.

"Yes, you can," Brian reassured him, dropping the washcloth on the floor and leaning over to lick the tip of Tommy's cock.

"Fuck," Tommy cried out, bucking up into Brian's mouth. "Please, please, please," he begged.

Pressing a finger against Tommy's hole, Brian pulled his mouth off his cock. "At your leisure."

Wet heat surrounded his cock, and a lone finger rubbed at his freshly shaven skin. It was enough. Tommy came with a howl.

^v^

The next day Tommy shifted in his seat on the plane, the soft material of his track pants rubbing across his cock and balls. He bit back a moan as he felt blood run south and knew Brian had been right. He thunked his head back on the headrest wondering how he was ever going to get into his skinny jeans for the concert.

"Heh, heh." Brian's dark chuckle made Tommy's heart do that funny skipping thing. His hand settled on Tommy's thigh, warm and comforting. "Don't worry, pretty boy. I'll make sure you can get on that stage tomorrow."

^v^

"I'll take care of you." Brian's hand squeezed Tommy's thigh before drifting up, gripping the base of Tommy's cock. "But not until then."

"Fuck," Tommy whispered, his hold on the armrest making his knuckles go white.

Brian laughed again. "I'll make it worth your while tomorrow."

Tommy licked his lips. "Promise?" His voice sounded needy even to his own ears.

Leaning over, Brian kissed the skin behind his ear. "I'll suck you so good that you pop like warm champagne and I'll swallow every last bit of it. You just have to wait."

"Okay, I can do that."

"Good boy."

The End