Drive You 'til You Feel the Daylight: Three
Allison's leaving them, and its very sad and all, so a few nights before the end of the tour, when they have a hotel night, Adam splashes out and gets his baby girl a suite, and they all pack into it and proceed to get drunk and cry a bit. Ever since Jive dropped her from their label they've all been a little bit extra protective of the spunky girl, and they want to make her send-off something special before she has to head back to LA and start the search for a new label.
Adam punks out early, pleading exhaustion, wiping Allison's tears away carefully with his black-tipped fingers before he kisses her goodnight and retires. The mood of the gathering shifts a little without Adam's manic energy at the helm, less cheerful, but also less high-strung. Within half an hour, Allison and Val are slow-dancing to some sultry blues on somebody's ipod, Allison's bright head tucked into the other girl's shoulder, and Tommy is snuggling on the couch between - he lifts his head to check - Immerman and Liz. Dave is petting his hair lazily, and Liz's hand is creeping up his thigh, somewhat less lazily, the little minx.
He captures the offending hand before it can get anywhere and returns it to her lap. "Behave," he admonishes, and she pouts.
"Mean," she complains.
"Greedy," he replies, and puts his head back on Dave's shoulder.
"He's not a sex toy, Liz," says Dave, sounding stuck between humor and horror.
"No, I totally am," says Tommy. He's not sleepy at all, but Dave is warm. "But some people need to learn to wait their damn turn."
"Maybe you should draw up a roster or something," says Liz thoughtfully. Dave chokes on nothing, and Sasha drops over the back of the couch in a tangle of long limbs and impossible bendiness, landing half on Liz.
"Dibs right after shows," she says brightly. "Damn, I love working off that energy." Tommy rubs the top of her head, grinning.
"Anytime, for you, honey," he says.
"I guess we know who the favorite is," Liz sulks.
"You're not actually serious," says Dave, louder than he probably intended. "You guys are kidding, right?"
Everybody in the room looks up. Monte's not here, he'd taken off to the airport straight after the show to go home to his family, but Cam and Brooke are sitting at the table over in the corner, and Terrance and Taylor are curled up on the rug giggling under Sutan's affectionately watchful gaze, and Val and Allison are watching curiously. Tommy runs through a mental checklist quickly Val's come to him once or twice, but been pretty casual about it, and Isaac's done everything but strip naked and throw himself at Tommy, there just hasn't been a good time. Allison's the only real wild card aside from Dave.
They're leaving the day after tomorrow anyway.
"It's just stress relief," he tells Dave, as lightly as he can manage. "Why, you want some?" He lets his eyelids droop, looks coyly up at Dave from under his lashes.
Behind them, Cam sighs. "This is a party, Thomas. Show some restraint."
"Now there's an idea," says Liz, sitting up straight. "Didn't that fan give you some handcuffs, Alli?"
"Um," says Allison. "Are you guys talking about what I think you're talking about?" She's blushing, looks like she wants to duck behind Val and hide.
"I'm talking about tying Tommy to that big bed you have there and taking turns riding his pretty face," says Liz bluntly.
Allison makes a shocked little noise. "Oh," she says quietly, and her gaze darts quickly around the room. Nobody else is protesting, or seems particularly shocked, except for Dave, who has gone tense under Tommy. "Oh, okay. You should do that, then."
So they do.
Allison produces the plain steel handcuffs blushingly, but Sutan takes one look at them and says, "No," very firmly and declares himself in charge of Tommy for the night.
"Would have ripped your wrists bloody," he mutters furiously. "Amateurs. Go wait in the bedroom."
Tommy goes, and Sutan comes in ten minutes later with a black bag and a big bottle of water. He strips Tommy to the waist and ties him to the bed with coils of silken rope from the bag, head propped up on some pillows and his arms open wide instead of pulled above his head. Sutan fusses and fusses over the knots, making sure they aren't too tight or digging in, and when hes finally satisfied, he presses a loop of the cord into Tommy's hand. "You can get yourself out," he says, which seems to Tommy to defeat the point, but Sutan's firm about it, and he makes Tommy pick a safeword and repeat it back and promise he'll call stop if anything gets too much.
Then he crawls onto the bed, unzipping his pants, and straddles Tommy's chest to put his cock in Tommy's mouth.
It's weird not being able to use his hands, and Tommy keeps catching himself pulling at the ropes, frustrated. Sutan's dick isn't jaw-breakingly thick the way, for example, Terrance's is, but its a decent mouthful, and Tommy's got absolutely zero control over the pace or the depth or anything. Even though Sutan's being really careful, watching his face closely and never going so deep Tommy can't breathe or anything, he still feels a little panicky thrill run through him. It's not fear, not even close, just a nice, helpless, out-of-control feeling.
Sutan murmurs a warning before he comes in Tommy's mouth, and Tommy takes it, swallows except for a little dribble he deliberately lets slide out of the corner of his mouth. Sutan laughs lowly, presses his fingers against Tommy's temple.
"Slut. You okay?"
"Mmm," says Tommy and smiles up at him, wiggling his fingers to demonstrate their continued circulation. "Bring on the adoring masses."
Sutan checks the ropes again first, cleans Tommy's face and holds the bottle so he can drink some water.
"You have to promise you'll let me know if it gets too much," he says. "Okay? Don't feel like you're obligated to keep going if you're getting tired or you want to stop. This only keeps going as long as it's still fun for you."
Tommy nips him on the wrist gently. "Quit fussing. You'll take care of me, wont you?"
"Oh Jesus, I'm in so much trouble," says Sutan, and goes to the door.
The genius of the way Sutan has tied him becomes quickly apparent when Liz bounces in. She can straddle his head easily without his arms getting in the way, kneels over him like she's doing anything other than teasing, holding herself out of reach. Tommy smiles up at her - she's so pretty and bold and fun, and he likes her so much despite her occasional brattishness.
Sutan leaves the door to the main room open, so Tommy can hear the laughter and music, and sits in the armchair by the bed. "Don't mind me, honey," he says to Liz.
"I don't," says Liz, smiling, and then she gasps prettily and squirms and squeaks and generally has a wonderful time. There's a burst of laughter from the other room, and Terrance's deep voice rumbling. Liz's thighs press against the side of his face, and she tastes so good, he could do this forever. When she squeaks and trembles, he's almost disappointed. If his hands were free, he wouldn't let her pull away, but Sutan clears his throat, and Liz rolls to the side with a sigh.
"It's gonna suck hardcore to be without you, baby," she says, retrieving her jeans and underwear from the end of the bed. He thinks he should come up with some kind of witty retort, but nothing springs to mind, so he just smiles lazily, and she sashays out the door as he floats along, getting his breath.
Sutan touches his cheek gently, grounding him. "Don't go under, honey. I don't think I'm ready to deal with you in full-on subspace."
Tommy blinks up at him, confused. "I'm not - what? Can I have a drink?"
Sutan's mouth quirks up like hes not sure if he should smile. "Anything you like. Hands?" Tommy flexes them obligingly, and Sutan gives him another drink, wipes his messy face with a cool cloth.
"Oh my gosh," says Allison. She's standing by the door with Sasha's arm around her, pink-faced. "Oh my gosh, I thought they were kidding!"
"Sasha," says Tommy, irritated. "Alli, there's no pressure, baby. Its just a game, and you don't have to play."
She shakes her head, staring. "Are you kidding? You guys have been hiding this from me all summer and I only find out about it the night before I leave?" She sounds annoyed as she goes for her belt buckle. "I am so getting in on this."
Sasha cackles. "Yeah, get it, baby girl!"
Tommy lets his head fall back on the pillows as Allison approaches the bed. Despite her bravado, there's some hesitance in her eyes, and he doesn't think he'll be able to let her take the lead the way the others have. "Come on up here, then, sweetheart," he says, making his voice as low and soothing as possible. Her blush grows a little deeper.
She shoots an embarrassed look in Sutan's direction, and Sutan raises his eyebrows and pointedly turns away. "You want me to go?" says Sasha, from behind Alli.
"No," says Alli. "Could you, uh?"
It's the prettiest thing Tommy's ever seen, maybe, the whole lovely pale length of Allison above him, naked but for the black lace of her bra, with Sasha's darker arms around her waist, Sasha's chin hooked over her shoulder, Sasha's velvety voice a counterpoint Allison's shocked whimpers and the little stifled cries she makes. She's tense and nervous, so it takes a while, and longer again because he can't use his hands to soothe and comfort, but Sasha's got that part under control, whispering in Alli's ear, stroking her back and her belly and cheekily cupping her breasts with a friendly little squeeze, and Allison finally sobs out her orgasm with her face turned to press against Sasha's.
"I hate you guys," says Allison. She's sitting on Tommy's chest still, leaning back in Sasha's arms and breathing hard. "I could have been getting this for months. For actual fucking months. You're all fired."
Sasha giggles, and Tommy turns and bites her thigh gently. "You could have. But right now, you're holding up the fun train."
"My turn!" says Sasha happily, and Allison pouts.
"Aw, I wanna go again," she complains.
"He's not a carnival ride," says Sutan, and Allison squeaks, still mostly naked. "Move, please, I have to check on him."
"I'm fine," Tommy protests, but Sutan makes him prove his hands are still okay, gently presses his shoulders to check for tension, and plies him with more water. "I'm going to float away if I drink anymore," Tommy complains. "Hey hey, bright eyes."
"Hey, pretty thing," says Sasha, moving into position above him. "How's your evening been?"
"Awesome," says Tommy serenely, and then he can't say anymore for a little while, but that's okay, because Sasha's so fucking appreciative every time, like riding Tommy's face is the greatest thing since the invention of the rollercoaster, and Tommy realises he's straining against the ropes, desperate to touch her, get his hands on her, if it'll get her to keep making those little noises.
Somebody rubs soothing at one of his arms, and he realises Allison's still watching, and Sutan's beside the bed, ready to step in if Tommy needs, and somebody else, too, over by the door, he can't see, he's tied up half-naked in a roomful of people and as Sasha swears and lets her head thump against the bedframe, he's never felt safer.
He expects, when Sasha's done, that she and Alli will leave and somebody else will replace them, maybe some of the boys. Instead, Sasha sort of topples to the side and snuggles up with Alli like puppies in a pile, and Taylor sits down on the bed next to him, legs kicking against the side.
"How's it going, Tommy?" he asks, and Tommy tries to shrug, wobbles his head from side to side. His neck kind of aches.
Sutan notices straightaway, and hurries over. "Your neck, honey? Okay, hold still a second." He unties Tommy and helps him sit up. Tommy gingerly rolls his shoulders and head around just stiff, not really hurting. "Go clean up in the bathroom," says Sutan. "They'll have to wait."
"Aw," says Taylor, looking disconsolate.
"You're not the boss of me," Tommy grumbles, and goes. He uses the bathroom, washes his face, drinks some more water, and carefully avoids his own reflection. When he comes out, Taylor's sitting against the headboard, threading the rope through his hands over and over, and Allison is examining the cuffs she's put on her wrists with open curiosity.
"Metal's no good if you're going to be tugging, see?" says Sutan, pulling her arm so the handcuffs catch tight. She winces. "Too unyielding, it leaves bruises, even shreds the skin. Of course, some people like that effect, but you can damage the tendons. It's not very responsible. Rope is good, especially this kind, but in terms of doing the least amount of damage, you want good wide leather cuffs, the padded kind, with d-rings. I didn't bring mine, or we'd have used those."
"Tommy'd look pretty in leather cuffs," says Terrance, leaning against the doorframe.
Isaac peeks around his bulk. "Are we tying him up again?"
Everybody looks at Tommy. "Your call," says Sutan, and Tommy hesitates.
"Maybe - maybe not to the bed, this time?" he says.
Terrance kisses his face and holds his trembly arms in place while Sutan ties him this time, at the small of his back, with the soft rope criss-crossing up to either elbow. It isn't painful, though it pulls his arms back, but he's breathing hard by the time they're done, and he leans against Terrance gratefully and slides to his knees before he can think it through.
"Oh, boo," says Terrance, petting Tommy's hair as he nuzzles against his fly. "Hey, settle, settle, I gotcha." He cradles Tommy's cheek as he quickly unbuttons himself and gets his cock out, feeds it into Tommy's waiting mouth.
It feels like all the air's gone out of the room, like everyone there has inhaled all at once and sucked the oxygen away. There's dead silence except the lewd, wet sounds Tommy's making, the helpless choking noises when he gets too ambitious and takes more than he can handle. Terrance's moan is obscenely loud, but it seems to break some sort of spell, because noise comes rushing back in.
"Jesus," Isaac breathes, and, "Tommy, Jesus."
He wants to make a smart assed remark, but Taylor makes a stifled noise that suggests that the minute Tommy's done with Terrance hes going to get tackled by the littlest dancer, and Terrance strokes Tommy's hair back from his face and cups a hand under his chin and breathes heavily and pushes, pressing Tommy's mouth open and bumping against his throat.
"Gonna come," Terrance says, his voice gravelly and shot like Tommy's never heard it. "Ready, boo?"
Tommy makes a noise that must sound affirmative, because moments later Terrance's hands tighten in his hair and his mouth is flooded with salty fluid.
Somewhere in the room, somebody breaks into sarcastic, hastily-muffled applause. Tommy feels very small suddenly, and he presses his cheek against Terrance's hip, trying to hide his face. He's sharply aware that he's on his knees and they're all waiting very patiently to take their turn with his mouth.
Before his shyness can overtake him, Taylor lands on his knees on the floor next to him and pulls him into a fierce hug. "You're fucking amazing," says Taylor. "You have any idea? Shit, Tommy."
Tommy shakes his head, speechless. It's supposed to be a fucking game, and he's in over his head, he's pretty sure. Just from being tied up, tied up and watched, like he's putting on a show, it's never bothered him before. Taylor rubs his back and whispers "You want me to untie you? Send them away?" Tommy shakes his head, hides his face in Taylor's neck.
"Just need a minute," he says, muffled.
Sutan crouches down behind him, touches his wrists. "You still with me, baby? Deep breaths."
"I'm okay," says Tommy. "I'm just - that was kind of intense."
Sutan rubs his arms. "Okay. Go lie on the bed with Tay-Tay for a minute."
Taylor helps him up, and Tommy follows him, blind and stumbling, to the bed, and falls gratefully against him. He can hear Sutan moving around the room, talking quietly to the others, but Taylor runs a hand down the line of his back, distracting. "Are you sure you don't want to stop?" he says quietly. "I wouldn't mind. I think I'm gonna be jerking off to those memories for a long time."
Tommy laughs, and a little of the tight, panicky ache in his chest recedes. "You pervert," he says. "And here I thought we had a connection, but you're just using me for jerk-off material."
Taylor giggles and presses in closer, like a cuddly puppy. "I wanna make a joke about how its totally just sex," he says softly, "but I'm not going to, okay?" He kisses Tommy's forehead.
The door to the bedroom closes, and Tommy turns his head to take in the rest of the room, letting his sense of space expand again, feeling safe with Taylor anchoring him. Sutan's apparently kicked almost everyone out of the room, because it's him, Taylor, Terrance and Isaac now. Isaacs on the bed with them, sitting cross-legged and looking uncertain, and Terrance is in the chair, and Sutan is standing by the bed gazing down at them with an expression Tommy can't quite decipher.
"Back with us, Tommy?" he says, and Tommy nods sheepishly.
"Sorry," he says.
"Don't," says Sutan sharply, and sighs, sits down on the bed. "It's not your fault, baby. You didn't do anything wrong." He touches Tommys hair. "I'm taking care of you, okay? I just don't think it's a good idea for you to get too deep right now."
Tommy presses his head up into Sutan's caress. He can totally see Sutan's point. He hadn't expected his own reaction to what's happening, and in the middle of an insanely busy tour is not the time to be exploring his surprise submissive side with a bunch of over-tired fuck buddies. Sutan seems to know what he's doing, and Tommy trusts him, and if Sutan says he's going too deep for safety, Tommy will take his word for it.
"You're not making me stop, are you? I can finish, I swear. I'll stay in my head."
Sutan smiles. "Sure, honey. I've sent the girls away, though, and I want you to take your time."
Tommy makes a private note to track down Cam and Brooke the next day, maybe touch base with Val, so they don't feel neglected. "Tomorrow's a free day," he says. "I've got nothing but time. I wanna show Tay what you taught me the other day, can I do that?"
Sutan's face lights up with laughter. "You absolutely can. Tay, honey, go take a shower."
Taylor looks back and forth between them. "This is going to be totally dirty, isn't it." He gently shifts Tommy's weight off him; Tommy's hands are still tied, so his balance is a little precarious as he sits up and Taylor slithers of the bed. "Be right back."
Sutan checks his hands while they wait, and Isaac crawls up behind him to give him some water. "Totally not how I expected this to go," says Isaac. He doesn't sound bothered; he's a pretty chill guy.
"Yeah? You were thinking, like, wine, candles, maybe some rose petals?" Tommy teases, and Isaac snickers.
"I was thinking more beer, nachos and making out on the couch," says Isaac. He wipes a dribble of water from the corner of Tommy's mouth and presses his strong little hands into Tommy's shoulders, rubbing the tenseness there with his thumbs.
Tommy shakes his head. "I don't. I don't do that."
There's a pause. "Beer?"
"Making out," says Tommy. "Not for this. This is something different."
He can't quite make out Isaac's expression. "Okay," says Isaac carefully. He leans over and kisses Tommy, just the corner of his mouth, very gently. "Whatever you like."
Tommy smiles and leans back against him gratefully. He can see Sutan looking approving, even as he doesn't look up from his hushed conversation with Terrance.
Taylor emerges from the bathroom, pink and well-scrubbed, with a towel around his waist and his clothes in his hand. Tommy directs his dreamy, contented smile at Taylor, who looks kind of nervous.
"Alright, honey," says Sutan. "Towel off, up on the bed. Tommy, you need your hands for this?"
Tommy considers it, but it seems a bit unsporting by now. Taylor crawls up on the bed without removing the towel; he's blushing hard, and Tommy kisses his cheek. "No, leave it, I think," he says. "But Isaac, stay close? I don't want to lose my balance."
Isaac grins and hooks a hand in the back of Tommys jeans, under where his hands are tied. "I gotcha," he says.
Taylor swallows, wide-eyed. "How should I - should I lie down, or?"
"Face down," says Tommy. "No, wait. On all fours. Is that okay?" The question is addressed to the room at large, but Taylor nods and shuffles so his back is to Tommy, before he drops down onto his elbows without taking off his towel.
Off to the side, Terrance makes a rumbly noise of appreciation as Tommy leans down and grabs the edge of the towel in his teeth. He tugs until it loosens and slips down over the curve of Taylor's ass, and then Tommy has to stop for a moment and appreciate that sight, because damn. Taylor's ass - well, the whole back of him, really, from the defined shoulders to the narrow waist and the delicate curve of the small of his back and his muscular thighs - it's a thing of beauty. Tommy's torn between being jealous and wanting to take a bite out that luscious flesh, but Taylor makes a small embarrassed noise and his head drops down. Tommy's protective instincts take over and he ends up leaning up to press himself against Taylor's back, pulling against Isaac's grip and covering Taylor's nakedness. "I'm so fucking jealous, dude," he murmurs to the back of Taylor's shoulder. "I wish I had an ass like yours. I mean, I wish I had an ass full stop, but if I had one, I'd like it to be like yours. It's fucking epic."
Taylor gives a breathless little laugh. "You got a plan, or are we gonna cuddle all night?" he says. Tommy kisses his shoulder, smack, and then lower down, the pretty curve where his spine dips, and then Taylor makes a surprised noise as Tommy's mouth skims over the top of his ass, lower, lower, and the surprise turns to something that sounds like it's being torn out of him, and Tommy knows straight away nobody's ever touched him like this before.
"Oh god," says Taylor faintly. "Oh my god, Tommy, that's, oh."
Sutan had liked it when Tommy rimmed him, but Taylor sounds like he's being totally dismantled, hoarse, breathless noises and squirming, hands fisting in the sheets. He keeps trying to talk, to say things, but mostly what gets out is Tommy's name, oh god, and a string of half-formed curses. Tommy relaxes, hanging against Isaac's grip on him, pressing his tongue deeper. Taylor lets out a sharp scream and grabs wildly at a pillow, burying his face in it as his hips jerk.
It's somehow so much dirtier than it was with Sutan. Taylor's so young, and he's so shocked by what Tommy's doing to him, so affected by it. And the taste is dirty too, that same organic edge that had been almost hidden when it was Sutan, but on Taylor it's stronger, not washed away by soap and clean water. It's not like eating out a girl, not like sucking cock, not like anything else, the way he's opening Taylor up so sweet and easy, the way Taylor's giving up to him, ragged, hitching breaths and his body tensing and relaxing. The noises he's making ramp up, louder and more desperate, and when Tommy presses his tongue deep, rigid like he's trying to actually fuck inside him, Taylor's whole body jerks hard as he comes all over the sheets.
He slumps forward, and only Isaac's hand on Tommy's belt stops him from following. Taylor is making little hurt sounds, though, like breathing's an effort, and Tommy says, "My hands- I need," tugging at the ropes futilely.
"Be calm," says Sutan, and Tommy jerks, because he'd almost forgotten their audience. "Terrance, could you?"
"Got him," says Terrance. And as Sutan's cool hands loosen the ropes binding Tommy, Terrance kneels on the bed and scoops Taylor's smaller form up, pulling him into his lap. Once Taylor is being properly cuddled, Tommy relaxes a little, lets Sutan check his wrists and shoulders and pull him into a hug. "You did good, baby," Sutan murmurs. "You did so good, that was beautiful."
Ridiculous as it is, Tommy can't help arching into the embrace, purring like a kitten at the praise. "It was fun," he says. "Taylor's so pretty."
"Yeah he is," Terrance chuckles. He strokes Taylor's spine, where he's cuddled, still apparently non-verbal, against Terrance's shoulder. Taylor waves a hand feebly.
Sutan kisses Tommy's face, his nose, his eyes. "You're doing so well," he says. "You got one more in you?"
Isaac shifts a little, not trying to press the issue or anything, even though Tommy can tell that he's being restrained. Isaac has been amazingly fucking patient tonight, but his hard-on is tenting the front of his jeans, and Tommy would be a total dick if he left Isaac hanging now after Isaac's been so good about helping keep him grounded. Tommy's not even that tired, even though the muscles of face ache quite a lot.
"So long as I don't have to, like, move," he says, with a put-upon sigh and eyeroll. Taylor rouses enough to giggle a little, and Tommy shoots a fond, conspiratorial look at him.
Isaac ends up sitting against the headboard with Tommy's head in his lap. They don't tie him up again, though Sutan sits and holds Tommy's wrists behind him in a loose grip, more a reminder than a restraint. Isaac's sweet and gentle, pets Tommy's hair and smiles and breathes hard when Tommy licks the slit of his cock, suckles on the head. It's probably not he best blowjob he could have given - his face hurts, and he's got a headache, and he's tired - and he feels kind of guilty about that, because Isaac deserves something totally stellar. But he seems to like what Tommy's got left in him, and it doesn't take long before he comes with a low groan, and Tommy can let his head fall onto Isaac's leg.
He drifts for a little while, Isaac's hands in his hair, Sutan still holding his arms, everything fuzzy around the edges. At last, Sutan gently pulls at his hands, touches his face. "Up you get, honey. Let's get you cleaned up. Say goodnight."
"Goodnight," says Tommy obediently, and lets Sutan take him into the bathroom. Sutan carefully unbuttons and pulls off Tommy's jeans and socks, helps him under the warm spray of the shower, then strips his own clothes and climbs in there with him.
"We gotta stop meeting like this," says Tommy tiredly, and Sutan chuckles and reaches for the shampoo. Tommy leans against his chest and lets Sutan wash him, head to foot, careful gentle hands that feel so good.
"You were amazing tonight," Sutan tells him. "You really were."
"I don't want to do that again," says Tommy. "Oh, not in a bad way," he adds, when Sutan goes still. "It was good, it was all good. I liked it. I just don't want to do it again."
"Hmm," says Sutan. "Okay, that's fine. Tommy?" His hand is on Tommy's hip, fingers loosely curled, an inch or two from Tommy's half-hard cock. He's asking a question, but Tommy's addled brain cant quite parse it.
"No," he says, just on principle. "No, hey, give me a second." It's unexpectedly strange to touch himself with somebody else there, with Sutan crowded up against him, holding him with those long arms and pressing gentle kisses to his face. Tommy fumbles when he looks down to see the reddening marks on his wrists, squeezes his eyes shut and strips his cock with brisk, ruthless efficiency. He feels guilty for it, and then feels stupid for feeling guilty, and he doesn't realise he's crying until Sutan's arms close tight around him. He doesn't shush or tell him that its alright, just hugs him and rocks him until he finishes, then shuts off the water and helps Tommy out, wraps him in a fluffy white towel.
"I can do it," says Tommy, trying to hang on to the last shreds of his dignity.
"I know you can," says Sutan. "But I just tied you up and let my friends gang bang you. Let me take care of you." And he does, his hands all gentle as he rubs Tommy dry and dresses him in soft sweatpants that he brought with him in the black bag with the ropes. (There's other things in there Tommy thinks he wasn't meant to see - a first aid kit and a gag and something in bright blue silicone that he can't quite see the shape of.) Everyone is gone when they get out to the main room, except for Terrance, who is pulling off the slightly soiled coverlet and turning down the sheets.
"We kicked Alli out of her room," Tommy says, and Sutan snorts.
"She doesn't mind," says Terrance. "She said to say thanks, she's sleeping in with Liz, and to order room service."
"So quit worrying," says Sutan. "Do you want us to leave?"
"Fuck, no," says Tommy. "I need to be cuddled like I'm the worlds sluttiest teddy bear."
He falls asleep pillowed on Sutan's skinny chest with Terrance's broad body spooned against his back.
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