Piano Shopping
Title: Piano Shopping
Subject: Tom and Ben look for a new piano
Rating:NC17
Pairing: Tom Petty/ Benmont Tench
It’s after a rehearsal when I walk up to Tom and ask him if he would come with me to pick out a new piano for the upcoming tour. He grinned, “Sure, I know just the place. The guy that owns the place is a friend, I’m sure he’ll give us time to test them out.” I stopped paying attention after he said sure and he smiled. All I could think about was how I wanted to lick those teeth, and how they would feel against my skin. For once I was glad I was sitting behind some keyboards, my legs turn to jelly every time he smiled like that. I knew after that, that it was going to be a long night with him and a very cold shower later.
Tom drove us to the place. Now I’ve never been alone with Tom for very long periods of time, so I am very jittery. He can never know that from the first time I saw him in that music shop with his bright blue eyes that bore deep into my heart and his golden blonde hair, I’ve wanted to push him up against a wall and suck on his tongue.
When we get there, the owner lets us in through the back and tells us to take our time; he’ll be in his office doing paperwork. I think that it must be after hours because no one else is in the store, which only adds to my nervousness.
We begin to look at all the different baby grands and sorts. Now I have always loved pianos - their ivory keys just speak to my soul and make me feel at home.
There’s this one that catches my eye. It has dazzling mahogany wood that’s so shiny I can see my reflection in it. I press down on the keys and the sound it radiates through me and I forget all my worries about Tom. However, that became short lived because the thing next I know he’s right up against my back breathing into my ear. My whole body freezes and tenses up. He whispers, “Play me something Benmont.”
I barely get out an “okay” before Tom’s mouth is on my neck, nibbling and licking up my jaw. His hands on my hips do nothing to help my playing. He suddenly latches onto my neck in a bite and I cannot help but moan. That’s when he decides to turn me around. I look into his eyes and realize they’re no longer blue, they’re almost black and filled with lust. That was enough for me! I smash our mouths together, and for a minute it’s all teeth and lips. But then his tongue meets mine, and it becomes passionate, heated, blissful.
All I taste is Tom, a taste so unique, it just has to be him - it’s intoxicating, addicting. I put my hands on the back of his head and pull him even closer. His hair is soft, so I run my hands through the blonde strands. His hands move down towards my ass and he grabs it so he can grind his crotch against mine. I can’t tell which one of us moaned when our erections met, but it didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered now was getting clothes off. Tom seemed to have the same idea because he was unbuttoning my shirt, so I figured it was only right to do the same to his.
When the shirts came off, our hands were scrambling - touching each other frantically, slowly mapping each other’s bodies out. I rubbed my hands down his chest and when I hit his erect nipples his body shuddered slightly. I, however, needed some air, so I broke off our kiss. When I looked at him, his lips were a dark red and swollen from kissing, and he had a blush that travelled down to his chest. His adams apple was bobbing up and down quickly from his panting, and was it so inviting. I began to kiss and bite down his neck and chest.
When I was done, I was on my knees staring into his dark blue eyes with my hands on his hips. I press my lips to his tight jeans and blow hot breath on his straining erection, and his head tilts back while he moans. Smiling to myself, I slowly unbutton and unzip Tom’s pants, then pull them and his boxers down his hips. The thing I’ve been dreaming about for years is finally right in front of me!
With a devious smirk I take Tom’s hard dick and lick it from base to head. Some unrecognizable noise escapes Tom’s mouth, so I further my ministrations by sucking on the head and swirling my tongue around it, and tonguing the slit where I taste his bitter pre-cum, which makes me groan. Apparently it’s all too much for him and he has other plans because he’s pulling me up by my curly hair and his mouth is on mine.
Tom makes use of his hand by undoing my pants and pushing them down along with my underwear. Then he takes my dick in his calloused hand, and I thought I could cum right there, but then his hand is gone and he turns me around and pushes me against the piano keys. His body is right against mine, and his cock is rubbing up against my ass. “Please Tom, fuck me,” I groan as he starts moving.
“Whatever you want Ben,” he sighs in my ear as he sticks a finger into me. Where he got the lube I have no idea but that thought fades when he sticks another finger in and begins to scissor them. “Okay enough, I need to feel you inside me!” And with that he begins to push his leaking cock inside me, filling me -my body and soul. He stops once he’s fully buried and his chest is to my back. “Are you okay,” he asks me nipping my ear. To answer him I push against him.
Tom begins to thrust slowly at first but it’s not enough for me. I begin meeting him thrust for thrust, and rubbing my aching cock on the piano keys. I stretch my head around to meet his lips in a sloppy kiss. The building is filled with our moans, terrible sounding piano notes, and obscene fapping, but none of it matters unlike the words he’s whispering in my ear. “God, Ben, you’re so good. So tight and sexy. I love you like this. Come for me Ben.” He takes my penis in his hand and starts moving it in time with his thrusts. That’s all it took and I’m coming all over the ivories practically yelling his name. “Fuck Ben,” Tom groans and I feel him writhing behind me and the piano keys ringing out. I’ve never heard anything so beautiful.
We stand there for a few minutes in coital bliss, him just holding me close as we try to get our breathing under control. He pulls out and I suddenly feel so empty. I turn around and run my fingers through his sweaty hair. “Can I get this one?” I ask him. He kisses me and I think I have my answer.