Drive You 'til You Feel the Daylight: Two
A couple of days later Taylor gets all mopey and sad and it takes Tommy about thirty seconds to get the breakup story out of him and then Taylor's snuffling sadly into his shoulder, which is kind of gross. He pets Taylor's hair and gives him beer until he falls over, and spends a couple of days sneak-attack-hugging him in between bouts with the girls, because Taylor's woeful face is possibly the wrongest thing in the whole world and Tommy just wants to make it better.
He wants to make it better so much that he blows off everyone else, including Liz and her determination to get them arrested, to hang out with Taylor on their day off, even though what Taylor mostly wants to do is stay in bed and watch weird French films because his ex used to love them. It's so pathetic Tommy doesn't last very long before he starts poking Taylor to annoy him, which devolves fairly quickly into a stupid wrestling match, all tangled up in Taylor's sheets because he hasn't even gotten out of bed or anything. The sheets are the only reason Tommy has the upper hand for a while, but Taylor has brothers and about twenty pounds of lean dancing muscle on Tommy.
And it's not like Tommy minds getting pinned, because Taylor's laughing again, finally, grinning and sweaty as he holds Tommy down with his hands and the weight of his body. But then the smile drops away right at the same instant as Tommy registers Taylor's dick poking him in the belly, and Taylor practically levitates off him and Tommy has to grab him to stop him from falling off the stupidly high bed and breaking his arm or something.
"Sorry," Taylor gasps, trying to squirm free, but Tommy yanks him closer by his t-shirt. Taylor's so red his face might catch fire, and he's gone from playfully happy to totally miserable in two seconds flat, and that is not okay. Tommy gets an arm around him and pulls him close, and Taylor wriggles unhappily. "Don't - don't Tommy, please."
"'m not doing anything," says Tommy. "It's okay, it's okay." Taylor gives one more anxious squirm and goes still, and Tommy pets his hair. "See, it's fine."
"I didn't mean," says Taylor. "I mean. She was - she said that about me, and I couldn't tell her she was wrong. And I know it's not wrong. I mean, generally. But I fucking loved her, man, and then I was on tour, and just, everyone on this fucking tour, man, and she wasn't there, and I just," his voice cracks, and Tommy hugs him a bit closer.
"Oh, honey," he says. "You could have said, you know. It's not like anybody round here would be shocked."
Taylor shivers and presses his face in Tommy's neck. "Tried talking to Adam," he confesses in a small voice. "But I think I said it wrong, because he thought I was coming on to him and he looked like I'd asked him to fuck a tree."
Tommy makes a quiet strangled noise. "Shit." He scratches his nails across Taylor's scalp. "Would you want to come on to him?" he asks, and Taylor doesn't say no, just starts to twist in his grip again. "Shh, shh," says Tommy, and Taylor whimpers, and he's still hard, between them, despite his embarrassment. And he's just a kid, and he's confused and upset and Tommy just wants to make him feel good.
Taylor makes some inarticulate noise when Tommy reaches down between them, rubs up his thigh through the thin cotton of his sleep pants. He shivers, sharp and jerky, and doesn't pull away. When Tommy presses his hand against the clear outline of his hard dick, Taylor's hands make fists in the fabric of Tommy's shirt, but he doesn't lift his head from Tommy's shoulder, so Tommy can't actually see what hes doing.
"Okay?" says Tommy. "Come on, Tay-Tay. You gotta tell me it's okay. I just need you to say yes, and then you can,"
"Yes," Taylor blurts, and he grabs Tommy's wrist to hold his hand where it is. "Tommy, yes, please, just,"
"Shh," says Tommy. "Okay, it's okay. Lie back."
Taylor does, back against the pillows, throws an arm over his eyes. His legs are all splayed out, the hard curve of his dick clearly visible, his chest jumping with his harsh breaths.
And okay, Tommy's experience with guys is probably not that much more extensive than Taylor's, but he knows full well how awesome it is for someone who isn't you to touch your dick, even if they're basically doing the same thing you would be. He rubs at Taylor through the cotton, just to watch his chest heave and face go redder, and then he leans down to mouth against the damp spot at the head. Taylor clutches at his hair, a little desperately, but he's not pulling or shoving or being rude, so Tommy lets him.
He tugs Taylor's soft cotton pants down just enough to uncover him, and Taylor hiccups in alarm. Tommy glances up to see that Taylor's staring down at him, wide-eyed, but he looks turned on more than freaked out, so Tommy pats his belly comfortingly and gets back to it.
He's never given a blowjob before, but he knows what he likes. Taylor seems to approve, moaning when Tommy suckles on the head, plays with his balls a little, draws back to jerk him. He pets at Tommy's hair, gets out half-formed words and pleas, but he's good and doesn't buck his hips up or anything. Tommy tongues below the glans and Taylor makes the best noise ever, a sort of strangled yelp, and he pushes Tommy's head away and their hands tangle together to finish him off.
Taylors breathless and disbelieving after, staring down at his semen-stained tshirt and cock hanging out like he's blacked out the last half hour and come to post-coital with Tommy gnawing affectionately on his hip. "Okay?" Tommy asks.
"Um," says Taylor. "Yes?"
He is okay, and after about thirty seconds of awkwardness they end up squabbling over the remote and Taylor gets him in a headlock until they settle on some Doctor Who reruns on cable. Taylor snuggles up to his side and they make fun of the Doctor's bowtie until Adam calls to ask them if they're coming to lunch or not.
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It gets a little awkward when Taylor walks in on him and Brooke in the dancers' dressing room a few days later. Tommy's a little bit fucking busy at the time, doesn't even hear him come in, only lifts his head when the door slams shut, and Brooke says something garbled and pushes him back down. It's a while before he can go find Taylor, and then Liz pulls him into a storage closet full of, like, cleaning supplies and crusty mops and it's a little awkward because these are new jeans and can't she ever want it somewhere clean and comfortable? He ends up bending her over the sink and getting her off nice and quick with his fingers, her tight jeans shoved down so they hobble her around the knees while she hangs onto the faucet and swears her face off.
"Sorry to love you and leave you," he says to the back of her neck while she's catching her breath. She waves a lazy hand and starts pulling her pants back up, and Tommy goes to find Taylor, except he walks right into him leaving the closet.
"We should talk," he says, grabbing Taylor's arms, and Taylor looks kind of stricken, and then Liz comes out after him and saunters off and Taylor looks like he might die of embarrassment.
"I don't," says Taylor, and Tommy rolls his eyes and pulls him into the closet Liz just vacated and hugs him hard.
"Shit, I totally should have talked to you about this," he says. "Oh, don't be upset, please? It's totally not what you think, I swear."
And then he has to explain about the girls, and how he helps them, and Taylor's eyebrows go up and down sceptically and he doesn't look convinced. "I just want you guys to be happy and, like, feel nice," says Tommy. "I couldn't stand seeing you so sad the other day."
"And you thought a blowjob would help?" asks Taylor.
"Well, yeah," says Tommy, "want another one?"
Taylor blinks at him, and then cracks up laughing. "Oh my god, Tommy," he says. "You crazy fucker."
"Hmm?" says Tommy, and he's sliding to his knees, smiling up at Taylor. He puts his hand on the front of Taylor's jeans and waits.
"Okay, fine, yes, fuck," says Taylor, and his head hits the door with a thump as Tommy unbuttons and unbuckles and swallows him down. It's a little easier, now he's had a bit of practice, to keep his teeth covered up and work out sucking and moving his head and breathing. He thinks with a little more time he could get really into it, like he does with the girls, doing this for somebody and getting their reactions, the power of it, the rush.
Taylor swears a lot, under his breath, gets louder as he gets closer. Tommy pulls off to tell him to quiet down and then Taylor makes an urgent noise and comes all over his face. It's hotter in porn than in reality; warm and slick quickly becoming cool and sticky and kind of gross, and Taylor looks totally mortified and apologises in frantic whispers. Tommy just laughs ruefully and wipes his face against Taylors tshirt, and Taylor curses him but doesn't push him away.
He gets back on his feet and Taylor leans into him sweetly and they stay like that for a while, hugging, until there's a knock on the door and Sasha says "Hey Tommy, Liz said you were - oh, you're busy, I can come back?"
"This isn't my fucking office, gross," says Tommy. "I'm not having sex with anyone else in this stank pit. I'm drawing a line."
Sasha goes "Awww," in this disappointed little voice and Taylor blushes madly and Tommy shakes his head at both of them and goes to get lunch. Though he does finish up early and take care of Sasha in the empty sound booth later on while Adam's practising his acoustic set, Aftermath all deep and velvet-smooth through the speakers almost drowning out Tommy's enthusiastic wet noises and Sasha's squeaking and sighing.
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After that everything just kind of snowballs a little. He has sex with Terrance, for example, genuinely, honestly by accident, which he thought was not a real thing that happened. He's watching a movie with Terrance and Taylor in their room and falls asleep with his head in Terrance's lap, cheek pillowed against the thin cotton over his muscled thigh, and when he wakes up he's shifted so he's kind of nuzzling against his hardening dick and Terrance is saying "Uh, Tommy, honey," in this high, worried voice. He sighs and opens his mouth sleepily against the bulge, feeling it swell up, the fabric going soaked and transparent with his spit.
A door closes somewhere nearby, which stirs him a little further into wakefulness, but if he stops now it's just going to be awkward, and Terrance's hand in his hair isn't exactly trying to pull him away. So he just lifts his head, fumbles with the elasticised waistband of Terrance's pants, and settles in. Terrance is bigger than Taylor, and his jaw starts aching almost immediately, and Terrance hisses and swears when Tommy accidentally lets his teeth touch down a couple of times, but he's really patient too. He doesn't pull Tommy's hair or try to push his head around or anything, not even when Tommy has to stop for breath and makes a little face at the taste of the clear fluid leaking from the head. He doesn't buck his hips up either, which is more control than any of the girls have managed, and Tommy's got the aching nose to prove it. But Terrance is totally still aside from his heaving chest and the occasional helpless twitch of his hips.
He lasts way longer than Taylor, too; long enough that Tommy comes fully awake and gets to mess around a bit with technique, letting Terrance's noises of approval guide him. He tries going a bit deeper and regrets it immediately when he chokes, but Terrance just pets him and makes shushing noises and murmurs for him to relax and swallow, and after a couple more tries he manages to get Terrance's cock pressing into the back of his throat without gagging. He's totally proud of the effort, so he does it again, and then again, a little deeper each time, and Terrance is making seriously the best noises ever over his head and actually pulling his hair like he's losing control, and even when he comes in Tommy's mouth, like, hello, rude, it's not enough to dampen Tommy's sense of accomplishment.
"Yay," he says, after he's swallowed. He rolls onto his back and smiles up at Terrance. "That was fun."
"Um," says Terrance. He's wide-eyed, looks kind of alarmed. "Sure? I guess? That kind of came out of nowhere."
Tommy frowns. "Are you always this tense after you get off? That doesn't seem right."
Terrance releases all his breath in a whoosh. "Do you always going around sucking cock like that, boo? Cause I gotta tell ya, I did not see that coming."
"Its a new thing I'm trying," says Tommy. An awful thought occurs. "Oh, shit, did you not want me to? I know I didn't exactly ask."
"Like I'm going to turn down a blowjob from someone as pretty as you," says Terrance, rolling his eyes.
The bathroom door opens and Taylor's tousled head appears, tentatively. "You guys done?" he asks, sounding more curious than upset.
"Oh, shit," says Terrance. "Tay, I'm so sorry." He's tucking himself hastily away; pushing at Tommy's shoulder like he wants Tommy to sit up, but Tommy just flaps a hand at him.
"All done," he says. "You want some, baby?" Terrance squeaks, hilariously, like he's scandalized.
"I'm good," says Taylor, blushing. "You guys were making a lot of noise." He glances guiltily back towards the bathroom, making it obvious what he's just been doing, and Tommy laughs out loud and holds out his arms, demanding affection.
"Am I missing something?" says Terrance hesitantly, as Taylor comes in for the snuggle. Tommy tilts his head back and smiles, so relaxed and awesome.
"I love you guys, thats all," says Tommy. He rubs Taylor's back and plays with his hair a bit. "'s not a big deal." Taylor kisses his neck, wet and sloppy so Tommy giggles, and Terrance's hand falls into his hair again, and he makes them put the movie back on to where it was before he fell asleep, but he's unconscious again before ten minutes have passed, and never does manage to watch the whole thing through.
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When Sutan gets back from whatever secret project he had to run off to, he figures out what's going on in under six hours. It's actually kind of impressive.
Adam takes them all out to dinner to celebrate Sutan's return and farewell Jeni, who Tommy admits is totally awesome. Taylor follows him to the bathrooms between entrée and main course, and Cam, sitting across from him, goes cross-eyed while Tommy eats his dessert - some kind of honey-toffee custard thing with an unpronounceable name and a lot of cream that is so delicious he has to lick up every last bit. She looks annoyed once she realises what she's doing, but she doesn't stop watching his mouth, either.
He intends to take care of her once they get to the hotel, but Liz emerges from her room and innocently asks if Tommy can come help her with something and once she's got him in her room she falls on him like she hasn't gotten off in weeks, when he knows for a fact she had three awesome orgasms that morning in the car on the way to the mall.
"Greedy," he scolds, and pins her to the bed, shoves one of her legs back without even bothering to take her panties off.
"You know it," she smirks, smug little fucker, and he's quick and kind of rough about it, annoyed. But she moans and bucks and has a great old time anyway, and squeaks happily when he slaps her thigh.
"Don't be selfish," he tells her. "I have to take care of all my girls, okay?" She pouts a little, but he gives her a stern glare and snaps the elastic of her panties against her hip before he leaves. Boundaries are important, okay, and Tommy's got a limited amount of time and energy and lots of people who need his attention.
Cam's prickly and annoyed when he finally catches up with her, and he has to play gentle and sweet and coax her into it, up on the counter in her hotel bathroom. He always wants to take his time with Cam, and he's a bit annoyed that he can't tonight because they're expected in Adam's suite for drinks. He doesn't like to be rushed, okay. Doesn't mind rushing, if he's in the mood, but outside time constraints are annoying.
"I owe you one better," he says, propping her up against the sink when her knees give out. "Collect at your leisure."
She squints at him, rubs her thumb over his lower lip all shiny with her. "Better? Baby, I may not survive better."
"You say the sweetest things," he tells her, and shoves her toward the shower cubicle.
They're a little late to the party, just Adam's crew this time, with Alli and Ori's people all elsewhere. So half the guests don't seem to notice Tommy and Cam showing up late and freshly laundered, and the other half look smugly knowing and Sutan looks back and forth between them, puzzled and a little suspicious.
Sometime between Sasha and Brooke going all pink-faced and giggly when Tommy sticks his tongue in a shot glass and Taylor going bright red and excusing himself Tommy downs half a bottle of beer without taking a breath, his throat working, Sutan sits up very straight and suddenly looks extremely interested. Tommy just smiles and snuggles up under Adam's arm, making a happy noise when Adam starts petting his hair without even breaking his conversation with Lane. Adam smells awesome, and feels awesome, all big and warm and strokey, so Tommy stays there for the rest of the evening, playing with Adam's necklaces and rubbing his head against Adam's chest, until he eventually dozes off.
He's in Adam's bed when he wakes up, and it's morning. He blinks stupidly around at the sunny room, Adam's shit everywhere and the beer bottles and chip packets and somebody's discarded platform boots detritus of the night before. Adam's gargling tunefully in the bathroom, comes out wiping his mouth.
"Morning sweetheart. You passed right out last night."
"Long day," says Tommy. Adam is just wearing black jeans, his bare painted toes against the carpet. Tommy can't help letting his gaze drift over the broad, freckled chest, the way the muscles move as Adam turns and bends and rummages through his bag.
"You're working too hard," says Adam. He ruffles Tommy's hair as he goes past, and Tommy leans into it, helpless. "You gotta take time for yourself, honey."
"Sure," says Tommy. "I'll get back to you on that."
Adam slumps a little, and he sits down next to Tommy. "I'm working you guys too hard, aren't I?" he says.
"Don't be silly," says Tommy, and crawls over to hug him. Adam's skin is smooth and bare and he tries not to touch too much, resist the urge to stroke him a little. "I'm just over-extending myself, it's not the show. It's just all the people, you know how I get."
"My little introvert," says Adam fondly. He leans into Tommy. "You know you can chill out in my room if it gets too much on the bus, right?"
"I might," says Tommy, and Adam kisses his cheek and has to go to an interview then, so he curls up in Adam's bed and sleeps some more.
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"I hope you know what you're fucking doing," says Sutan. They're in Sutan's room, which somehow manages to be quiet and peaceful and classy when everyone else's are depressingly generic. Sutan's long, elegant hands are folded on his crossed knees, and he's observing Tommy over the tops of his glasses. It's disconcertingly teacher-librarianishly hot.
Tommy shrugs and fiddles with his phone. "It's not a big deal," he says. "It's just, you know."
Sutan sighs. "Is there anyone in the band you're not fucking?" he asks.
"Adam," says Tommy smartly. "Monte. Longineu, before he left. I don't really know Isaac that well yet." Though he suspects Isaac might come to him sooner or later, young guy like that, away from his wife for so long. He hadn't been shy about flirting with Tommy, for sure. "Actually, it's pretty much just Cammy, from the band."
"Plus all the dancers," says Sutan.
"And Liz, you know, from Allison's band? And Val that one time. I like Val, she's sweet." Tommy counts on his fingers deliberately. "I think that's everyone."
Sutan's eyes are a little wide. "How has your dick not fallen off, sweetie?"
Tommy blinks at him. "I'm not using my - uh." He rubs the back of his neck. "I just. I really like giving head? To girls? And apparently to guys also."
Sutan rubs his forehead, carefully. "So. Let me get this straight."
So Tommy spends a couple of minutes going over the past few months on tour for Sutan, who looks shocked, disturbed, impressed and finally a little turned on by the recitation of events. He's quiet after for a while, and Tommy waits patiently while Sutan sips his tea and looks out the window.
"Tommy," he says eventually, hesitantly. "Sweetie, if somebody were - were making you, or trying to,"
"No!" says Tommy, horrified. "God, no, are you kidding?"
"But you would tell me, right?" says Sutan. He shuffles over on the couch, touches Tommy's shoulder gently. "I'm just looking out for you. I don't want to see you in something you couldn't get out of if you wanted."
Tommy leans into him, comfortable and easy. Sutan's kind of bony, but he hugs like it's an Olympic sport and Tommy's not turning down that kind of skill. "I don't want to," he says. "I mean, I don't want to get out of it. I'm not good at, like, talking to people, you know? Making people feel good, like Adam is. I just want to make everyone feel good."
"Thats a little dysfunctional," says Sutan, and Tommy snorts. "Honey - you know we love you, right? You don't have to do that shit for everyone here to want you around. You're the sweetest thing, we love you bunches."
"You say the sweetest fucking things," says Tommy. He kisses Sutan's cheek. "I know you're just looking out for me, but it's okay, I swear. I love my life, and I love my friends, and its all good."
Sutan breathes out and cuddles him some, rubs the back of his neck. "You know you can talk to me anytime," says Sutan eventually. "Right? If you have any questions, or just need to talk."
"I know," says Tommy, and something occurs to him. "Oh, hey, there was one thing I wanted to know about. I was going to ask Terrance, but I guess you'd know too."
"What is it, honey?"
"I was reading about rimming the other day. Isn't that kind of unhygienic?"
Somehow, Tommy isn't surprised when half an hour later he's squished into Sutan's little shower cubicle with him. Sutan's leaning his elbows on the wall, but looking over his shoulder curiously, the fall of water plastering his hair to his forehead.
"Gently, honey, at least to start with. It's - oh, shit. It's sensitive - Tommy, Jesus." He presses his face to wall and pants, and Tommy smiles to himself.
It's different from going down on a girl, for all that it's that same. Sutan hitches a leg up and cleans himself with meticulous care first, murmuring something about enemas that makes Tommy wrinkle his nose, and then turns to face the wall as Tommy sinks to his knees. He feels weirdly vulnerable, naked with somebody else for the first time in so long, Sutan's long, lean body in front of him. He presses curiously with his fingers first, having watched Sutan be very thorough with his soapy hands, just touches gently, testing the feel of it, the way the little knot of muscle twitches and Sutan cusses at him.
He thinks he's probably put his mouth worse places, though none come to mind, but it doesn't taste that bad when he gets around to using his tongue. Sutan makes a strangled noise at his first tentative attempt, and all he can taste is soap and skin, so he does it again and again, and there's some other taste there, something dark and nasty, and Tommy can totally do dark and nasty, presses a little deeper chasing it. And its really, really nothing like eating out a girl- it's simpler, in some ways, less messy, despite the automatic ew gross factor, and Sutan is clearly fucking loving it. He's gasping into the cradle of his arms, pushing his ass back against Tommy's mouth, his dick hard and heavy between his legs, and Tommy uses his hands to hold Sutan open for him and licks deeper. Sutan lets out a long string of curses and starts jerking himself off, quick and frantic.
Tommy reaches up and bats his hand away to do that himself, and Sutan makes a high whining noise. Now, here's a challenge; coordinating the awkward angle of his hands on Sutan's cock with the still-unfamiliar way he's pressing tongue between the cheeks of Sutan's ass and the way Sutan is trying so hard not to squirm, not to shove back against him, not to take over and get himself off. His hand covers Tommy's, squeezes as they stroke him and Tommy presses the tip of his tongue hard and feels Sutan open up to him.
For all that he's noisy, Sutan goes quiet when he comes, streaking the tiles. His knees buckle for a moment, and Tommy wraps his arms around Sutan's thighs carefully and holds him until the trembling stops.
Sutan turns around and hauls him upright. For a minute Tommy thinks he's about to kiss him, but Sutan just hooks an arm around his neck and pulls him in for a shaky sort of hug. And even though he's naked and wet and pressed all up against the dude whose ass he just ate out, it's such a strangely platonic embrace, his face mashed into Sutan's skinny chest while Sutan hangs on like Tommy's a little kid who needs to be thoroughly hugged for proper functioning.
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