FIC: Switch (1/?)
Title: Switch; Chapter One.
Fandom: Real People / 30 Seconds To Mars.
Characters: Jared Leto.
Pairing: Tomo/OMC x2 (super brief), Tomo/Jared.
Prompt: Table #2; 73 - Confront. (100_situations)
Word Count: 2,046.
Rating: light NC-17.
Warnings: slash, cursing, implied kink.
Author's Notes: I've decided my muses don't like to listen to me. Not one bit. Whenever I have the intention to work on/finish one thing, they decide they want to focus on something else. Which. Isn't necessarily a bad thing, just annoying. I think this muse just got sick of being ignored and pushed to the back burner.
Look for later chapters to probably use prompts from my kink table. This one just didn't really work for any.
The marks intrigued Jared for the longest time, to the point where he would stay up and linger in the lobby of whatever hotel or motel they were staying at, waiting to see him return. Sometimes he was alone, but sometimes he wasn't, and it was those times when his curiosity spiked. Some nights he even lingered long enough to watch the stranger leave, intent gaze taking in the way they would straighten their clothes or flip a collar up to cover their neck, how sleeves were pulled down to cover wrists. Other times lips were bruised, bitten, fingers wiping at their mouth as they exited the elevator, hair disheveled from the grip of firm hands.
It finally took one that looked startlingly familiar to move him to action.
He had just taken his seat in a corner of the lobby when they came in from the crisp night. The young man came to his shoulder, hair as dark as the coat he wore. It took him a few moments to realize he had seen the young man before, when they passed through the city on the last tour. He hadn't seen him at the show though, but in a situation just like this. The two didn't touch but the man walked a pace behind him, hands curiously clasped behind his back. As they got in the elevator the other gave them a glance, one hand pushing long hair from their face, and Jared swore he saw the man shiver from where he sat.
Exhausted from the show earlier in the evening, he was nearly asleep in the stiff chair by the time the young man reappeared in the lobby some hours later. It wasn't the noise of the elevator doors that drew his attention, but the sound of labored breathing and the rustle of clothing. He looked over and caught a glimpse of wrists that looked worn raw before the young man got his jacket on, also covering up a prominent stain on his ratty shirt. Lips were bruised a deep red and his cheeks were flushed, bangs sticking to his forehead and a few wisps on his cheeks. Now that he saw him from the front, he noticed his hair wasn't just black, but a familiar shade of red was mixed in, and as he drew closer he could smell the familiar scent of color dye.
Unlike all the previous times he watched the apparently sexually satisfied leave, this one looked over as if he knew precisely where Jared was and their eyes met. A smirk twisted their lips, as if they knew something he didn't, and then the young man was gone back into the night.
When he finally went upstairs to his own room, he swore he heard a nearby door crack open, but when he poked his head back out all the doors were shut and the corridor was silent. The feeling of having been watched, however, couldn't be shaken.
"What are you doing?"
"Eating the most important meal of the day, what does it look like?" The twinkle in the guitarist's eye told Jared he wasn't as clueless as he was playing. "You look like hell this morning, did you sleep at all?"
For a long moment he just stared after moving to sit across from him at the small table. Jared hadn't slept at all, for every time he started to doze off his mind kept flashing to the young man, to all the others he saw the guitarist with over the last year or so, the marks he continued to see, the behaviors he observed. "You know what I'm talking about." When the other stayed silent, just eating his breakfast as if he wasn't even there, Jared leaned in, stealing his orange juice as he spoke this time. "I saw you with that kid,"
"Did you,"
"He looked suspiciously like a poor version of me, especially after you colored his hair."
"Maybe you were just seeing what you wanted to see."
Jared's brows furrowed for a second, then his jaw set and he leaned in further, lowering his voice. "You fucked that kid and pretended it was me, didn't you? Goddamn it, Tomo. Fucking look at me when I'm talking to you."
"Now now, ask nicely, Jared."
"Twisted fuck --"
"I'm not the one who hides in hotel lobbies trying to spy on who his friend's fucking because he doesn't have the balls to just come out and ask what he's doing behind closed doors."
Their eyes finally met then, calm brown ones meeting impassioned blue, and for a moment, Jared didn't know what to say. Now that he had the guitarist's attention he almost felt uncomfortable, which was something entirely new. He blamed his lack of sleep. "Fine. What were you doing last night?"
A half smirk twisted Tomo's lips before he replied, "I tied that kid up before I fucked him, all the while pretending it was you."
He couldn't stop the slight widening of his eyes, not expecting such bluntness though he had his suspicions. Nor could he help the way his throat went dry and his cock twitched. Silence stretched between them and he watched him take the orange juice back to finish it off, wiping his mouth delicately before getting up. Instead of simply leaving though, he came to Jared's side and leaned down, one hand resting on his shoulder as he leaned in, his long hair hiding from the rest of the room how his lips brushed Jared's ear. "I know you, J, and the curiosity is going to eat you up inside the longer you play your little game. One of these nights just come to my room and then we can both stop pretending. I promise to break you in gently."
His voice was low, a tone Jared had only overheard when he was on the phone with girlfriends, and he could only sit straight, ignoring how his pants grew tighter. He swore he felt the faint caress of a tongue along his ear but then Tomo was gone, walking out of the hotel restaurant without so much as a look back toward him. When a waiter came over to see if he wanted anything Jared just waved them off and stood, running his hands through his hair as he left. There was too damn much going on in his head and he needed air, among other things.
Air was the only need that felt safe enough to give into at the moment.
"What are you afraid of, giving up control? You can't control everything. It's impossible, even for you."
"I'm not afraid."
"I turn you on, so I know attraction isn't the problem."
"I'm not afraid."
"Pain can't be the issue either. So it must be control. Don't you trust me? I would never hurt you, not like that. It doesn't have to change anything. If you didn't all but stalk me would you have any idea? No, so no one else would know either. No one will know that you enjoy letting someone else take the reins for a few hours. Not even Shannon."
"... what if I can't give up control?"
"Oh J, you act like you don't keep a pair of handcuffs in your suitcase. If you're willing to let complete strangers do that to you, why are you so afraid of me?"
Jared jerked himself awake, a hand going to his chest to feel his heart racing. Even his dreams were mocking him now. His hands ran through his hair as he caught his breath, habitually wetting his lips, and he looked over at the clock. Barely three o'clock; he'd been asleep for maybe an hour.
This was getting entirely out of hand.
Dark eyes slowly opened when he heard banging on his door, brows furrowing for a moment. Usually no one disturbed him and he had bought Shannon a new pair of headphones so he didn't have to hear muffled noises through hotel walls since he was the only one that didn't mind rooming next door to him. The banging came again and Tomo sighed, a hand that was already curled in short hair tugging the mouth off him, tongue clicking against his teeth when they started to protest.
He didn't bother looking for his boxers, just grabbing a towel as he passed the bathroom and wrapping it around his waist so he appeared decent, though it did little to hide his state of arousal. One hand pushed his hair out of his face as the other opened the door, and his lips pursed when he found Jared with a fist raised, ready to bang on the door a third time. "Yes?"
Jared stared briefly, and then his eyes shifted past Tomo into the room, finding another dark haired man, though in the shadows this one almost resembled someone else. "I'm here, aren't I?"
A brow arched and Tomo crossed his arms over his chest, looking almost amused. "And as you can see, you're interrupting. Go to bed, Jared."
But the smaller man was already pushing his way past, snapping fingers at the stranger, who was still kneeling in front of the chair Tomo had been sitting in. "You. Get out. Now." He was biting back a smirk as he watched Jared throw the man's clothes at him, not trying to stop him. All he gave was as shrug as he leaned against the door, opening it more, and he didn't speak again until the two of them were alone.
"That wasn't very nice,"
"I don't care. That one didn't look like me."
"No, he didn't."
Blue eyes stared into his brown ones for a few moments before shifting down and he simply observed the look of purpose on the older man's face. Without a word he tugged the towel off, letting it drop to pool around his feet. A smirk was held back as he watched color creep into Jared's face, but when their eyes once more met his were darker.
"I don't like games,"
"Except when you get to make the rules."
"You're the one playing with me."
"Am I? I don't recall me flaunting who I choose to spend my time with or sharing my nocturnal exploits with any of you. I've hardly done anything that could be construed as leading you on."
He approached as he spoke, keeping his eyes on Jared's face and watching the way his expression shifted, how he fought with himself on just where he wanted to look. "You knew I was watching you."
"But I didn't make you do that. You made that choice yourself, J. I'm free to fuck around with whoever I want, and to pretend they're whoever I want."
"Why didn't you just come to me and --"
"Would you have said yes?"
Silence fell and Tomo just watched him, tilting his head. Finally Jared drew closer, eyes flicking down and then back up to his face, and Tomo didn't look away when he felt fingers experimentally brush over him. "I'm saying it now. Unless you're happy with your parade of strangers."
He leaned down as the other man tilted his head up, running his tongue across his lower lip when he felt the touch start to grow more confident. "Nah, I'm ready to see if my fantasies of your dirty mouth wrapped around my cock do the reality any justice."
Jared's eyes darkened and his teeth lightly bit his lower lip before his other hand came up to take a hold of Tomo's hair, pulling their faces closer together. "We'll just see who ends up on their knees, Tomo."
"I never said anything about being on your knees, Jared. Little hard for me to suck you off then."
His groan was swallowed up by a hungry kiss and Tomo broke the kiss only to look in his eyes as his hand came up to mimic the hold in his hair. What he found there told him all he needed to know.
Fandom: Real People / 30 Seconds To Mars.
Characters: Jared Leto.
Pairing: Tomo/OMC x2 (super brief), Tomo/Jared.
Prompt: Table #2; 73 - Confront. (100_situations)
Word Count: 2,046.
Rating: light NC-17.
Warnings: slash, cursing, implied kink.
Author's Notes: I've decided my muses don't like to listen to me. Not one bit. Whenever I have the intention to work on/finish one thing, they decide they want to focus on something else. Which. Isn't necessarily a bad thing, just annoying. I think this muse just got sick of being ignored and pushed to the back burner.
Look for later chapters to probably use prompts from my kink table. This one just didn't really work for any.
The marks intrigued Jared for the longest time, to the point where he would stay up and linger in the lobby of whatever hotel or motel they were staying at, waiting to see him return. Sometimes he was alone, but sometimes he wasn't, and it was those times when his curiosity spiked. Some nights he even lingered long enough to watch the stranger leave, intent gaze taking in the way they would straighten their clothes or flip a collar up to cover their neck, how sleeves were pulled down to cover wrists. Other times lips were bruised, bitten, fingers wiping at their mouth as they exited the elevator, hair disheveled from the grip of firm hands.
It finally took one that looked startlingly familiar to move him to action.
He had just taken his seat in a corner of the lobby when they came in from the crisp night. The young man came to his shoulder, hair as dark as the coat he wore. It took him a few moments to realize he had seen the young man before, when they passed through the city on the last tour. He hadn't seen him at the show though, but in a situation just like this. The two didn't touch but the man walked a pace behind him, hands curiously clasped behind his back. As they got in the elevator the other gave them a glance, one hand pushing long hair from their face, and Jared swore he saw the man shiver from where he sat.
Exhausted from the show earlier in the evening, he was nearly asleep in the stiff chair by the time the young man reappeared in the lobby some hours later. It wasn't the noise of the elevator doors that drew his attention, but the sound of labored breathing and the rustle of clothing. He looked over and caught a glimpse of wrists that looked worn raw before the young man got his jacket on, also covering up a prominent stain on his ratty shirt. Lips were bruised a deep red and his cheeks were flushed, bangs sticking to his forehead and a few wisps on his cheeks. Now that he saw him from the front, he noticed his hair wasn't just black, but a familiar shade of red was mixed in, and as he drew closer he could smell the familiar scent of color dye.
Unlike all the previous times he watched the apparently sexually satisfied leave, this one looked over as if he knew precisely where Jared was and their eyes met. A smirk twisted their lips, as if they knew something he didn't, and then the young man was gone back into the night.
When he finally went upstairs to his own room, he swore he heard a nearby door crack open, but when he poked his head back out all the doors were shut and the corridor was silent. The feeling of having been watched, however, couldn't be shaken.
"What are you doing?"
"Eating the most important meal of the day, what does it look like?" The twinkle in the guitarist's eye told Jared he wasn't as clueless as he was playing. "You look like hell this morning, did you sleep at all?"
For a long moment he just stared after moving to sit across from him at the small table. Jared hadn't slept at all, for every time he started to doze off his mind kept flashing to the young man, to all the others he saw the guitarist with over the last year or so, the marks he continued to see, the behaviors he observed. "You know what I'm talking about." When the other stayed silent, just eating his breakfast as if he wasn't even there, Jared leaned in, stealing his orange juice as he spoke this time. "I saw you with that kid,"
"Did you,"
"He looked suspiciously like a poor version of me, especially after you colored his hair."
"Maybe you were just seeing what you wanted to see."
Jared's brows furrowed for a second, then his jaw set and he leaned in further, lowering his voice. "You fucked that kid and pretended it was me, didn't you? Goddamn it, Tomo. Fucking look at me when I'm talking to you."
"Now now, ask nicely, Jared."
"Twisted fuck --"
"I'm not the one who hides in hotel lobbies trying to spy on who his friend's fucking because he doesn't have the balls to just come out and ask what he's doing behind closed doors."
Their eyes finally met then, calm brown ones meeting impassioned blue, and for a moment, Jared didn't know what to say. Now that he had the guitarist's attention he almost felt uncomfortable, which was something entirely new. He blamed his lack of sleep. "Fine. What were you doing last night?"
A half smirk twisted Tomo's lips before he replied, "I tied that kid up before I fucked him, all the while pretending it was you."
He couldn't stop the slight widening of his eyes, not expecting such bluntness though he had his suspicions. Nor could he help the way his throat went dry and his cock twitched. Silence stretched between them and he watched him take the orange juice back to finish it off, wiping his mouth delicately before getting up. Instead of simply leaving though, he came to Jared's side and leaned down, one hand resting on his shoulder as he leaned in, his long hair hiding from the rest of the room how his lips brushed Jared's ear. "I know you, J, and the curiosity is going to eat you up inside the longer you play your little game. One of these nights just come to my room and then we can both stop pretending. I promise to break you in gently."
His voice was low, a tone Jared had only overheard when he was on the phone with girlfriends, and he could only sit straight, ignoring how his pants grew tighter. He swore he felt the faint caress of a tongue along his ear but then Tomo was gone, walking out of the hotel restaurant without so much as a look back toward him. When a waiter came over to see if he wanted anything Jared just waved them off and stood, running his hands through his hair as he left. There was too damn much going on in his head and he needed air, among other things.
Air was the only need that felt safe enough to give into at the moment.
"What are you afraid of, giving up control? You can't control everything. It's impossible, even for you."
"I'm not afraid."
"I turn you on, so I know attraction isn't the problem."
"I'm not afraid."
"Pain can't be the issue either. So it must be control. Don't you trust me? I would never hurt you, not like that. It doesn't have to change anything. If you didn't all but stalk me would you have any idea? No, so no one else would know either. No one will know that you enjoy letting someone else take the reins for a few hours. Not even Shannon."
"... what if I can't give up control?"
"Oh J, you act like you don't keep a pair of handcuffs in your suitcase. If you're willing to let complete strangers do that to you, why are you so afraid of me?"
Jared jerked himself awake, a hand going to his chest to feel his heart racing. Even his dreams were mocking him now. His hands ran through his hair as he caught his breath, habitually wetting his lips, and he looked over at the clock. Barely three o'clock; he'd been asleep for maybe an hour.
This was getting entirely out of hand.
Dark eyes slowly opened when he heard banging on his door, brows furrowing for a moment. Usually no one disturbed him and he had bought Shannon a new pair of headphones so he didn't have to hear muffled noises through hotel walls since he was the only one that didn't mind rooming next door to him. The banging came again and Tomo sighed, a hand that was already curled in short hair tugging the mouth off him, tongue clicking against his teeth when they started to protest.
He didn't bother looking for his boxers, just grabbing a towel as he passed the bathroom and wrapping it around his waist so he appeared decent, though it did little to hide his state of arousal. One hand pushed his hair out of his face as the other opened the door, and his lips pursed when he found Jared with a fist raised, ready to bang on the door a third time. "Yes?"
Jared stared briefly, and then his eyes shifted past Tomo into the room, finding another dark haired man, though in the shadows this one almost resembled someone else. "I'm here, aren't I?"
A brow arched and Tomo crossed his arms over his chest, looking almost amused. "And as you can see, you're interrupting. Go to bed, Jared."
But the smaller man was already pushing his way past, snapping fingers at the stranger, who was still kneeling in front of the chair Tomo had been sitting in. "You. Get out. Now." He was biting back a smirk as he watched Jared throw the man's clothes at him, not trying to stop him. All he gave was as shrug as he leaned against the door, opening it more, and he didn't speak again until the two of them were alone.
"That wasn't very nice,"
"I don't care. That one didn't look like me."
"No, he didn't."
Blue eyes stared into his brown ones for a few moments before shifting down and he simply observed the look of purpose on the older man's face. Without a word he tugged the towel off, letting it drop to pool around his feet. A smirk was held back as he watched color creep into Jared's face, but when their eyes once more met his were darker.
"I don't like games,"
"Except when you get to make the rules."
"You're the one playing with me."
"Am I? I don't recall me flaunting who I choose to spend my time with or sharing my nocturnal exploits with any of you. I've hardly done anything that could be construed as leading you on."
He approached as he spoke, keeping his eyes on Jared's face and watching the way his expression shifted, how he fought with himself on just where he wanted to look. "You knew I was watching you."
"But I didn't make you do that. You made that choice yourself, J. I'm free to fuck around with whoever I want, and to pretend they're whoever I want."
"Why didn't you just come to me and --"
"Would you have said yes?"
Silence fell and Tomo just watched him, tilting his head. Finally Jared drew closer, eyes flicking down and then back up to his face, and Tomo didn't look away when he felt fingers experimentally brush over him. "I'm saying it now. Unless you're happy with your parade of strangers."
He leaned down as the other man tilted his head up, running his tongue across his lower lip when he felt the touch start to grow more confident. "Nah, I'm ready to see if my fantasies of your dirty mouth wrapped around my cock do the reality any justice."
Jared's eyes darkened and his teeth lightly bit his lower lip before his other hand came up to take a hold of Tomo's hair, pulling their faces closer together. "We'll just see who ends up on their knees, Tomo."
"I never said anything about being on your knees, Jared. Little hard for me to suck you off then."
His groan was swallowed up by a hungry kiss and Tomo broke the kiss only to look in his eyes as his hand came up to mimic the hold in his hair. What he found there told him all he needed to know.