It's A Tour Thing
Author janescott
Title: It's A Tour Thing
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1125
Pairing: Isaac/Tommy
Summary: Porn. That is all.
Author's note: Beta'd by i_bleed_magenta
Disclaimer: Not my boys ;)
"Lock the door." Tommy's voice is a hot breath against Isaac's ear, his body a hot lean line, pressing Isaac back against the wall.
He fumbles for the lock missing it a couple of times as Tommy's mouth presses hard against his neck, teeth scraping the wrong side of too hard over Isaac's pulse. He's so hard he can't think and he needs skin under his hands or he's going to fucking die.
"Tommy," he groans, half-begging. Tommy doesn't answer, just pushes his thigh between Isaac's legs, rolling his hips and pressing hard against Isaac's dick which feels like its going to burst right through his zipper.
"You fuck," he manages, his voice weak and thready as he pushes his hands through Tommy's hair. "I hate you."
Tommy laughs and bites down on his neck. "Yeah, you hate me so fucking much right now," punctuating his words with a squeeze of Isaac's dick that makes him jump. He arches into Tommy's hand, burning all over with the need to get off now, jesus, but Tommy's a fucking tease, and all he does is slide his hand slowly upward, pushing it under Isaac's t-shirt and scratching his blunt nails over the sensitive skin of his stomach.
Isaac tugs at Tommy's hair again, until he fucking gets it, and their mouths meet in a messy, hard kiss as Tommy pins Isaac to the wall, hands pushing further and further up under his t-shirt until Isaac breaks the kiss and strips it off, dropping to the dressing room floor.
"C'mon ..." he mutters, pulling at Tommy's shirt until it joins his on the floor, and that's so much better because skin.
"We don't have, there's only -" Isaac takes a breath as Tommy attacks his neck again and starts working his way down, swirling his tongue around a nipple before sucking it into his mouth and tugging it up with his teeth until Isaac's gasping and clenching his hands in Tommy's hair, just to stay upright.
"H-half an hour till the show," he manages, his voice shaky.
Tommy doesn't say anything, just flashes him a smoke-dark look from behind mascara-sticky lashes before dropping to his knees, undoing Isaac's zip and pulling his dick out. He licks at the leaking head, looking up again, his eyebrows raised like he's asking a silent question.
"Jesus yes, just - hurry, fuck."
Tommy pokes his tongue out - kitten-pink and tempting - before licking up the length of Isaac's dick, making him groan way too fucking loud even though they're the only people in the tiny, too-hot dressing room. Isaac bites down hard on his bottom lip as Tommy swallows his entire length, closing his eyes as he does it, grabbing the base with his hand and sucking on it like they have all the time in the world, slow slides of his mouth and tongue that make Isaac wonder what the fuck he was doing with the rest of his life before ... before this.
His head knocks back against the wall and he shuts his eyes until his world is nothing but Tommy's mouth on his dick, and Tommy's fingers digging into his hips and basically holding him up. Isaac pulls hard at the long strands of Tommy's hair, feeling unbearable pressure build and build, coiling like lava at the base of his spine before it rips through him, pulsing hot as he comes harder than he ever has, panting harsh and trying to drag air into his lungs that suddenly feel too small.
Tommy's eyes are still closed as he swallows, his stupid eyelashes fanning out over his cheeks, casting spiky shadows as his adam's apple bobs up and down, his nails digging into the soft skin just above the curve of Isaac's hips.
"Tommy, fuck ..." Isaac manages eventually, his voice fucking wasted - scratchy and hoarse like he's the one that's given the blow job. Tommy just flutters his eyes open and pulls off, his mouth obscene and red, the lipstick smeared to shit and back.
"S-Sutan's going to fucking kill you," Isaac manages, before Tommy pushes up, pressing their mouths together and that's his taste on Tommy's tongue, which is enough to make his dick twitch again, even as Tommy reaches for his hand, his fingers digging into Isaac's shoulder and it's a second before Isaac gets what he wants.
He breaks the kiss, and feels the blush burning up his neck and flaming his cheeks. He likes Tommy, likes him a lot and he's totally on board with whatever this is that they're doing, but ... "I've never - I haven't -"
"Just - your hand." Tommy's voice is as wrecked as Isaac's which makes him feel unsteady all over again as he fumbles at Tommy's zipper, finally getting it far enough down to wrap his hand around Tommy's dick, hard and wet at the tip. It's clumsy from this angle and Isaac's still not really used to having a dick in his hand that's not his, but he finds an angle that works, judging by the noises spilling out of Tommy's mouth.
He comes at the same time there's a sharp knock on the door, and they both freeze, Tommy's come smeared over his flat stomach and Isaac's hand.
"Five minutes," comes the indifferent voice of one of the stage hands and Isaac manages a strangled thanks, before there's a scramble to clean up, to get back in their clothes. Tommy slicks a coat of lipstick back on, not really looking at what he's picked up, and then it's time.
The rest of the band and the dancers are waiting in the wings as the last strains of the intermission music fades over the sound system.
Adam gives them both a sideways, amused look, looking like the Mad Hatter tripping on acid, with Terrance draped over him like a second coat. Isaac doesn't know what's going on there - he thinks it's a tour thing, like he's pretty sure whatever he's doing with Tommy is a tour thing, but he's a little tongue-tied still around Adam to ask about his personal life, even though being on tour together basically means none of them have any secrets.
Tommy winds an arm around his waist and kisses him briefly on the cheek. Isaac realises, a little dazed, that Adam will taste him in Tommy's mouth when he kisses him during Fever, and when he catches Adam's eye again, and sees a wicked, filthy grin curve his mouth, he has to press a hand against his zipper because he's suddenly so fucking hard again he feels fourteen.
Adam laughs, grabs Terrance's hand and plants a kiss in the middle of his palm, before they separate to take the stage, because it's show time again.
Title: It's A Tour Thing
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1125
Pairing: Isaac/Tommy
Summary: Porn. That is all.
Author's note: Beta'd by i_bleed_magenta
Disclaimer: Not my boys ;)
"Lock the door." Tommy's voice is a hot breath against Isaac's ear, his body a hot lean line, pressing Isaac back against the wall.
He fumbles for the lock missing it a couple of times as Tommy's mouth presses hard against his neck, teeth scraping the wrong side of too hard over Isaac's pulse. He's so hard he can't think and he needs skin under his hands or he's going to fucking die.
"Tommy," he groans, half-begging. Tommy doesn't answer, just pushes his thigh between Isaac's legs, rolling his hips and pressing hard against Isaac's dick which feels like its going to burst right through his zipper.
"You fuck," he manages, his voice weak and thready as he pushes his hands through Tommy's hair. "I hate you."
Tommy laughs and bites down on his neck. "Yeah, you hate me so fucking much right now," punctuating his words with a squeeze of Isaac's dick that makes him jump. He arches into Tommy's hand, burning all over with the need to get off now, jesus, but Tommy's a fucking tease, and all he does is slide his hand slowly upward, pushing it under Isaac's t-shirt and scratching his blunt nails over the sensitive skin of his stomach.
Isaac tugs at Tommy's hair again, until he fucking gets it, and their mouths meet in a messy, hard kiss as Tommy pins Isaac to the wall, hands pushing further and further up under his t-shirt until Isaac breaks the kiss and strips it off, dropping to the dressing room floor.
"C'mon ..." he mutters, pulling at Tommy's shirt until it joins his on the floor, and that's so much better because skin.
"We don't have, there's only -" Isaac takes a breath as Tommy attacks his neck again and starts working his way down, swirling his tongue around a nipple before sucking it into his mouth and tugging it up with his teeth until Isaac's gasping and clenching his hands in Tommy's hair, just to stay upright.
"H-half an hour till the show," he manages, his voice shaky.
Tommy doesn't say anything, just flashes him a smoke-dark look from behind mascara-sticky lashes before dropping to his knees, undoing Isaac's zip and pulling his dick out. He licks at the leaking head, looking up again, his eyebrows raised like he's asking a silent question.
"Jesus yes, just - hurry, fuck."
Tommy pokes his tongue out - kitten-pink and tempting - before licking up the length of Isaac's dick, making him groan way too fucking loud even though they're the only people in the tiny, too-hot dressing room. Isaac bites down hard on his bottom lip as Tommy swallows his entire length, closing his eyes as he does it, grabbing the base with his hand and sucking on it like they have all the time in the world, slow slides of his mouth and tongue that make Isaac wonder what the fuck he was doing with the rest of his life before ... before this.
His head knocks back against the wall and he shuts his eyes until his world is nothing but Tommy's mouth on his dick, and Tommy's fingers digging into his hips and basically holding him up. Isaac pulls hard at the long strands of Tommy's hair, feeling unbearable pressure build and build, coiling like lava at the base of his spine before it rips through him, pulsing hot as he comes harder than he ever has, panting harsh and trying to drag air into his lungs that suddenly feel too small.
Tommy's eyes are still closed as he swallows, his stupid eyelashes fanning out over his cheeks, casting spiky shadows as his adam's apple bobs up and down, his nails digging into the soft skin just above the curve of Isaac's hips.
"Tommy, fuck ..." Isaac manages eventually, his voice fucking wasted - scratchy and hoarse like he's the one that's given the blow job. Tommy just flutters his eyes open and pulls off, his mouth obscene and red, the lipstick smeared to shit and back.
"S-Sutan's going to fucking kill you," Isaac manages, before Tommy pushes up, pressing their mouths together and that's his taste on Tommy's tongue, which is enough to make his dick twitch again, even as Tommy reaches for his hand, his fingers digging into Isaac's shoulder and it's a second before Isaac gets what he wants.
He breaks the kiss, and feels the blush burning up his neck and flaming his cheeks. He likes Tommy, likes him a lot and he's totally on board with whatever this is that they're doing, but ... "I've never - I haven't -"
"Just - your hand." Tommy's voice is as wrecked as Isaac's which makes him feel unsteady all over again as he fumbles at Tommy's zipper, finally getting it far enough down to wrap his hand around Tommy's dick, hard and wet at the tip. It's clumsy from this angle and Isaac's still not really used to having a dick in his hand that's not his, but he finds an angle that works, judging by the noises spilling out of Tommy's mouth.
He comes at the same time there's a sharp knock on the door, and they both freeze, Tommy's come smeared over his flat stomach and Isaac's hand.
"Five minutes," comes the indifferent voice of one of the stage hands and Isaac manages a strangled thanks, before there's a scramble to clean up, to get back in their clothes. Tommy slicks a coat of lipstick back on, not really looking at what he's picked up, and then it's time.
The rest of the band and the dancers are waiting in the wings as the last strains of the intermission music fades over the sound system.
Adam gives them both a sideways, amused look, looking like the Mad Hatter tripping on acid, with Terrance draped over him like a second coat. Isaac doesn't know what's going on there - he thinks it's a tour thing, like he's pretty sure whatever he's doing with Tommy is a tour thing, but he's a little tongue-tied still around Adam to ask about his personal life, even though being on tour together basically means none of them have any secrets.
Tommy winds an arm around his waist and kisses him briefly on the cheek. Isaac realises, a little dazed, that Adam will taste him in Tommy's mouth when he kisses him during Fever, and when he catches Adam's eye again, and sees a wicked, filthy grin curve his mouth, he has to press a hand against his zipper because he's suddenly so fucking hard again he feels fourteen.
Adam laughs, grabs Terrance's hand and plants a kiss in the middle of his palm, before they separate to take the stage, because it's show time again.