FIC: Tired
Title: Tired
Author: Cassie Morgan (falconkenobi@aol.com)
Author Web Page: http://www.aemslash.co.uk Obsess, Much?
Fandom: RPS - Good Charlotte/Tommy Lee
Categories: Tommy Lee/Joel Madden, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Thanks to: You, for reading this. Chel, as ever, for the beta.
Disclaimer: Tommy Lee and Joel Madden are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Summary: There are certain things thay Tommy Lee never grows tired of
The playback stopped and Joel took his headphones off. Nodding satisfactorily, he stepped back from the microphone, stretching his arms above his head. He bit down on his lower lip to stifle a yawn, jumping at the sound of soft applause. He span around on the spot, his face breaking into a wide grin as Tommy walked through the door.
"Tommy," he greeted the older man, a wave of nervousness washing through him; there was a predatory look on Tommy's face, a glint in his eye that made Joel feel like a horny teenager again. And, as loathe as he was to admit it, he liked it. More than liked it, he conceded as he swelled in his jeans.
"Joel," Tommy returned the greeting, slinging a companionable arm around Joel's shoulders. "That was great."
"Thanks," Joel grinned, hoping Tommy didn't feel the shiver that ran through him at the touch, or notice the deepening of his blush. He sighed inwardly; he had it bad.
"So," Tommy continued. "You maybe wanna grab some coffee or something?"
Joel swallowed; the look on Tommy's face, the gleam in his eye and the tone of the voice suggested Tommy was offering more than just coffee. And the way his hand lingered on Joel only made Joel even more certain of the fact. Taking a deep breath and praying he wasn't making a complete fool of himself, he shifted to the side, turning to face Tommy. Looping his arms around Tommy's neck, Joel replied as flirtatiously as he could. "I don't drink coffee."
"Good," Tommy smirked, closing the gap between them, his lips rough against Joel's. "Because coffee really wasn't what I had in mind.
Joel trembled in relief, moaning into the kiss as Tommy deepened it, his tongue brushing teasingly over Joel’s, coaxing him into responding. His lips quirking up into a grin, Joel pulled back slightly, running his lips over Tommy’s, his hands sliding down the older man’s back; Tommy’s arms tightening around his waist at the same time, pulling them close together.
“Enough fucking teasing already,” Tommy growled, thrusting his tongue into Joel’s mouth again, sucking hard on Joel’s tongue.
His eyes sliding closed, Joel locked his knees and grabbed fistfuls of Tommy’s shirt, ripping it off him, desperate for the feel of skin under his fingers. He whimpered at the contact, unconsciously rocking his hips against Tommy’s as the kiss continued until he had to break it, panting for breath, his lips red and swollen. His tongue flickered out over them and he looked up, wide brown eyes meeting Tommy’s, another shiver running through him as his breath caught in his throat.
Tommy grinned at him and Joel felt his arousal growing stronger, erection pressing painfully against the crotch of his jeans. He leaned forward, seeking another kiss, whining when Tommy merely pecked him on the lips, then pushed him away and down until he hit the floor on his knees.
Nodding, Joel grinned in agreement, quickly unzipping and pulling down Tommy’s pants. He looked up, one eyebrow raised at the fact Tommy wasn’t wearing underpants, giggling when Tommy blushed and shrugged.
“No fancy stuff,” Tommy insisted, his voice coarse as Joel‘s hands cupped his ass. “Just get it nice and wet so I can fuck you.”
Joel nodded again, kneading Tommy’s ass, his hands sliding around to cup his balls as he leaned forward, flicking the head of Tommy’s growing erection with his tongue. He continued to stroke Tommy’s balls with one hand, the other firmly grasping the base of Tommy’s cock, quickly pumping him to full hardness, running his tongue along the throbbing vein on the underside.
Joel glanced upward, making eye contact with Tommy as he started sucking on his cock, humming loudly, making Tommy moan. Spurred on by Tommy’s reaction, Joel sucked harder, fingers still playing with the base of Tommy’s cock and his balls, his own erection growing more insistent and he spread his knees to accommodate it, his head bobbing hard and fast as he grew more confident.
Tommy moaned loudly, his fingers tangling, tightening painfully in Joel’s hair, holding him still as he thrust forward, forcing Joel to deep throat him; his grip on Joel’s head holding him still as he thrust erratically in and out of his mouth, triggering his gag reflex, Joel coughing and spluttering, tears streaming down as face as he fought for breath, Tommy’s cock still assaulting his mouth.
Shaking his head and gasping for breath, Joel squirmed out of Tommy’s grip, falling to his ass on the floor, hands resting loosely on his thighs. His chest rising and falling rapidly, he lifted his eyes to look at Tommy, a thick cord of pre-come dripping from his lower lip down over his chin. Maintaining eye contact with Tommy, Joel slowly raised his hand to his mouth, wiping his lips clean with a finger, then licking his fingers clean, moaning in appreciation. His eyes slid closed in pleasure, free hand massaging his own hard cock through his jeans as he continued sucking on his fingers, legs falling farther apart.
He yelped loudly, his eyes snapping open as he was dragged to his feet, Tommy grabbing him by the waistband of his jeans, kissing him hard before spinning him around and bending him over a table. Joel grunted at the impact, bracing his hands on the table, head resting on the back of his hands, legs trembling as Tommy quickly, roughly removed his jeans, kicking his legs apart.
Looking over his shoulder, Joel watched as Tommy stripped, running his eyes over his muscular tattooed legs, pursing his lips and whistling softly. Tommy chuckled and kicked his jeans away, standing right behind Joel, hands on the edge of the table either side of him, boxing him in, rubbing his cock along the cleft of Joel‘s ass. Joel whimpered, pushing back until Tommy moaned and bent forward, a sharp slap to Joel’s ass, quickly followed by his tongue, kissing and licking.
“Oh fuck,” Joel hissed, light-headed as Tommy’s tongue explored his ass, dipping in to swirl around his entrance, teasing the muscle into relaxing. “Fuck…. Tommy….” He trailed off, gasping, unable to catch his breath, his legs trembling. “Tommy…”
Tommy chuckled breathlessly, straightening up, pressing a kiss to Joel’s shoulder, tongue trailing down his back as he guided his cock into Joel’s ass.
Joel swore and tensed at the first burn of penetration. His eyes widened and filled with tears, his hands curling into fists. Panting, he squirmed under Tommy, throwing his head back as he adjusted to the sensation, swearing as Tommy’s tongue trailed down his spine, fresh sparks of lust shooting through him, his cock throbbing against his belly.
“You like that?” Tommy murmured, one hand keeping a hold on Joel’s hip, the other trailing down his inner thigh, feeling the muscles tremble under his touch. “You want more?”
“Yes!” Joel cried out, rocking his hips back against Tommy, encouraging him to move. “More. Tommy. Uh.”
Tommy chuckled at Joel‘s barely-coherent, babbled reply, his stammers fuelling Tommy’s own arousal. He adjusted his grip on Joel’s hip, easing his cock out and pushing gently back in until he was fully sheathed, his balls slapping against Joel’s ass. He repeated the thrust, speeding up with each repetition as Joel relaxed, rocking back against Tommy, encouraging him.
“More,” Joel begged, arching his back, grunting as Tommy obliged, speeding up, his thrusts hard and fast, his eyes sliding closed as he pounded into Joel, growing more and more erratic as he got swept up in his own pleasure.
“Like that?” Tommy grunted, gripping Joel’s hips, bruising hard, slamming him against the table with every stroke.
“Yes!“ Joel yelped, throwing his head back against Tommy’s chest, his face and neck flushed pink with arousal, sweat trickling down his chest, his nipples and cock achingly hard, desperate for Tommy to touch him. “Tommy… fuck…. Please. I ne…” his gasped plea was cut short, a pained yell torn from his throat as Tommy bit down on his shoulder, stifling his own cries as he orgasmed, pumping in short hard strokes, his come dripping down Joel’s thighs even as the younger man himself shook with his own release.
Panting loudly, Joel slumped forward bonelessly onto the table, Tommy resting on top of him, lips and tongue soothing the bite on his shoulder. He placed his arms on top of Joel’s , pressing tightly against him as they both lay there, catching their breath.
“Sorry about that,” Tommy apologised, pressing a kiss to Joel’s shoulder. “Got a little carried away.” He straightened up, pulling Joel upright and turning him around to face him, kissing him and holding him tightly. “You OK?”
Joel grinned widely at Tommy, his whole face lighting up as he lay back down on the table, looping his arms around Tommy, pulling him down on top of him. “Oh yeah,” he mumbled against Tommy’s lips, tongue flickering out along them. He frowned slightly when Tommy didn’t return the kiss, instead standing up. “Tommy?”
Tommy smiled softly at Joel, brushing a lock of his hair away from his sweaty forehead before turning his back on him, gathering his clothes and quickly dressing.
“Tommy?” Joel repeated, confusion clear on his face as he watched Tommy cross the room and open the door. He shook his head, stumbling upright and grabbing his jeans, tripping over them as he pulled them up, chasing out of the studio after Tommy. “Tommy, wait. I..." he trailed off unsure of what he wanted to say.
Tommy turned back and kissed Joel on the cheek before opening the door. "If you ever get tired of your little princess pop tart," he called back over his shoulder, "then you know where to find me."
~El Fin~
Author: Cassie Morgan (falconkenobi@aol.com)
Author Web Page: http://www.aemslash.co.uk Obsess, Much?
Fandom: RPS - Good Charlotte/Tommy Lee
Categories: Tommy Lee/Joel Madden, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Thanks to: You, for reading this. Chel, as ever, for the beta.
Disclaimer: Tommy Lee and Joel Madden are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Summary: There are certain things thay Tommy Lee never grows tired of
The playback stopped and Joel took his headphones off. Nodding satisfactorily, he stepped back from the microphone, stretching his arms above his head. He bit down on his lower lip to stifle a yawn, jumping at the sound of soft applause. He span around on the spot, his face breaking into a wide grin as Tommy walked through the door.
"Tommy," he greeted the older man, a wave of nervousness washing through him; there was a predatory look on Tommy's face, a glint in his eye that made Joel feel like a horny teenager again. And, as loathe as he was to admit it, he liked it. More than liked it, he conceded as he swelled in his jeans.
"Joel," Tommy returned the greeting, slinging a companionable arm around Joel's shoulders. "That was great."
"Thanks," Joel grinned, hoping Tommy didn't feel the shiver that ran through him at the touch, or notice the deepening of his blush. He sighed inwardly; he had it bad.
"So," Tommy continued. "You maybe wanna grab some coffee or something?"
Joel swallowed; the look on Tommy's face, the gleam in his eye and the tone of the voice suggested Tommy was offering more than just coffee. And the way his hand lingered on Joel only made Joel even more certain of the fact. Taking a deep breath and praying he wasn't making a complete fool of himself, he shifted to the side, turning to face Tommy. Looping his arms around Tommy's neck, Joel replied as flirtatiously as he could. "I don't drink coffee."
"Good," Tommy smirked, closing the gap between them, his lips rough against Joel's. "Because coffee really wasn't what I had in mind.
Joel trembled in relief, moaning into the kiss as Tommy deepened it, his tongue brushing teasingly over Joel’s, coaxing him into responding. His lips quirking up into a grin, Joel pulled back slightly, running his lips over Tommy’s, his hands sliding down the older man’s back; Tommy’s arms tightening around his waist at the same time, pulling them close together.
“Enough fucking teasing already,” Tommy growled, thrusting his tongue into Joel’s mouth again, sucking hard on Joel’s tongue.
His eyes sliding closed, Joel locked his knees and grabbed fistfuls of Tommy’s shirt, ripping it off him, desperate for the feel of skin under his fingers. He whimpered at the contact, unconsciously rocking his hips against Tommy’s as the kiss continued until he had to break it, panting for breath, his lips red and swollen. His tongue flickered out over them and he looked up, wide brown eyes meeting Tommy’s, another shiver running through him as his breath caught in his throat.
Tommy grinned at him and Joel felt his arousal growing stronger, erection pressing painfully against the crotch of his jeans. He leaned forward, seeking another kiss, whining when Tommy merely pecked him on the lips, then pushed him away and down until he hit the floor on his knees.
Nodding, Joel grinned in agreement, quickly unzipping and pulling down Tommy’s pants. He looked up, one eyebrow raised at the fact Tommy wasn’t wearing underpants, giggling when Tommy blushed and shrugged.
“No fancy stuff,” Tommy insisted, his voice coarse as Joel‘s hands cupped his ass. “Just get it nice and wet so I can fuck you.”
Joel nodded again, kneading Tommy’s ass, his hands sliding around to cup his balls as he leaned forward, flicking the head of Tommy’s growing erection with his tongue. He continued to stroke Tommy’s balls with one hand, the other firmly grasping the base of Tommy’s cock, quickly pumping him to full hardness, running his tongue along the throbbing vein on the underside.
Joel glanced upward, making eye contact with Tommy as he started sucking on his cock, humming loudly, making Tommy moan. Spurred on by Tommy’s reaction, Joel sucked harder, fingers still playing with the base of Tommy’s cock and his balls, his own erection growing more insistent and he spread his knees to accommodate it, his head bobbing hard and fast as he grew more confident.
Tommy moaned loudly, his fingers tangling, tightening painfully in Joel’s hair, holding him still as he thrust forward, forcing Joel to deep throat him; his grip on Joel’s head holding him still as he thrust erratically in and out of his mouth, triggering his gag reflex, Joel coughing and spluttering, tears streaming down as face as he fought for breath, Tommy’s cock still assaulting his mouth.
Shaking his head and gasping for breath, Joel squirmed out of Tommy’s grip, falling to his ass on the floor, hands resting loosely on his thighs. His chest rising and falling rapidly, he lifted his eyes to look at Tommy, a thick cord of pre-come dripping from his lower lip down over his chin. Maintaining eye contact with Tommy, Joel slowly raised his hand to his mouth, wiping his lips clean with a finger, then licking his fingers clean, moaning in appreciation. His eyes slid closed in pleasure, free hand massaging his own hard cock through his jeans as he continued sucking on his fingers, legs falling farther apart.
He yelped loudly, his eyes snapping open as he was dragged to his feet, Tommy grabbing him by the waistband of his jeans, kissing him hard before spinning him around and bending him over a table. Joel grunted at the impact, bracing his hands on the table, head resting on the back of his hands, legs trembling as Tommy quickly, roughly removed his jeans, kicking his legs apart.
Looking over his shoulder, Joel watched as Tommy stripped, running his eyes over his muscular tattooed legs, pursing his lips and whistling softly. Tommy chuckled and kicked his jeans away, standing right behind Joel, hands on the edge of the table either side of him, boxing him in, rubbing his cock along the cleft of Joel‘s ass. Joel whimpered, pushing back until Tommy moaned and bent forward, a sharp slap to Joel’s ass, quickly followed by his tongue, kissing and licking.
“Oh fuck,” Joel hissed, light-headed as Tommy’s tongue explored his ass, dipping in to swirl around his entrance, teasing the muscle into relaxing. “Fuck…. Tommy….” He trailed off, gasping, unable to catch his breath, his legs trembling. “Tommy…”
Tommy chuckled breathlessly, straightening up, pressing a kiss to Joel’s shoulder, tongue trailing down his back as he guided his cock into Joel’s ass.
Joel swore and tensed at the first burn of penetration. His eyes widened and filled with tears, his hands curling into fists. Panting, he squirmed under Tommy, throwing his head back as he adjusted to the sensation, swearing as Tommy’s tongue trailed down his spine, fresh sparks of lust shooting through him, his cock throbbing against his belly.
“You like that?” Tommy murmured, one hand keeping a hold on Joel’s hip, the other trailing down his inner thigh, feeling the muscles tremble under his touch. “You want more?”
“Yes!” Joel cried out, rocking his hips back against Tommy, encouraging him to move. “More. Tommy. Uh.”
Tommy chuckled at Joel‘s barely-coherent, babbled reply, his stammers fuelling Tommy’s own arousal. He adjusted his grip on Joel’s hip, easing his cock out and pushing gently back in until he was fully sheathed, his balls slapping against Joel’s ass. He repeated the thrust, speeding up with each repetition as Joel relaxed, rocking back against Tommy, encouraging him.
“More,” Joel begged, arching his back, grunting as Tommy obliged, speeding up, his thrusts hard and fast, his eyes sliding closed as he pounded into Joel, growing more and more erratic as he got swept up in his own pleasure.
“Like that?” Tommy grunted, gripping Joel’s hips, bruising hard, slamming him against the table with every stroke.
“Yes!“ Joel yelped, throwing his head back against Tommy’s chest, his face and neck flushed pink with arousal, sweat trickling down his chest, his nipples and cock achingly hard, desperate for Tommy to touch him. “Tommy… fuck…. Please. I ne…” his gasped plea was cut short, a pained yell torn from his throat as Tommy bit down on his shoulder, stifling his own cries as he orgasmed, pumping in short hard strokes, his come dripping down Joel’s thighs even as the younger man himself shook with his own release.
Panting loudly, Joel slumped forward bonelessly onto the table, Tommy resting on top of him, lips and tongue soothing the bite on his shoulder. He placed his arms on top of Joel’s , pressing tightly against him as they both lay there, catching their breath.
“Sorry about that,” Tommy apologised, pressing a kiss to Joel’s shoulder. “Got a little carried away.” He straightened up, pulling Joel upright and turning him around to face him, kissing him and holding him tightly. “You OK?”
Joel grinned widely at Tommy, his whole face lighting up as he lay back down on the table, looping his arms around Tommy, pulling him down on top of him. “Oh yeah,” he mumbled against Tommy’s lips, tongue flickering out along them. He frowned slightly when Tommy didn’t return the kiss, instead standing up. “Tommy?”
Tommy smiled softly at Joel, brushing a lock of his hair away from his sweaty forehead before turning his back on him, gathering his clothes and quickly dressing.
“Tommy?” Joel repeated, confusion clear on his face as he watched Tommy cross the room and open the door. He shook his head, stumbling upright and grabbing his jeans, tripping over them as he pulled them up, chasing out of the studio after Tommy. “Tommy, wait. I..." he trailed off unsure of what he wanted to say.
Tommy turned back and kissed Joel on the cheek before opening the door. "If you ever get tired of your little princess pop tart," he called back over his shoulder, "then you know where to find me."
~El Fin~