Charity Fic: Idol Gives Back Version
Here are two ficlets written for the Idol Gives Back dollar drive at ontd_ai. There are more coming as well!
Pairing: Kris/Tommy
Rating: R
Written for ravenclawwit, who asked for Krommy, cuteness and kissing.
It wasn't that Kris and Tommy were small, they were just compact. And that really just meant that they fit together in the big easy chair, saving the couch for those who were less compact. Tommy was half on top of Kris, his legs draped over one side of the chair and his arms draped around Kris' shoulders, muscles warm and relaxed from the whiskey flowing through his veins.
Kris' hands felt big as they stretch across Tommy's back, his calloused fingers slipping just under the hem of his t-shirt and sliding up his back to cup Tommy's neck. He rubbed his fingertips over Tommy's heated skin, smiling crookedly at the way Tommy's head leaned into his touch and his back arched, just a little.
They weren't alone; far from it, music pumping from the speakers and smoke floating through the air of Adam's living room. But it didn't matter if everyone's eyes were turned to them or not, when Tommy bent his head, he stopped caring. Kris' lips were surprisingly soft, especially when Tommy knew his own were chapped and bitten. He sighed softly against Kris' mouth, his breath encouraging Kris' lips to part.
Tommy's tongue tasted sharp, like the whiskey he'd been drinking all night, and Kris swept his own tongue around Tommy's mouth as if he'd suddenly decided that taste was the best thing in the world. He scraped his fingernails over the back of Tommy's head, scratching up through the downy soft hair there, moving forward to the long fringe that hung in Tommy's eyes. Kris pushed it back, tangling his fingers in it just enough to tug lightly, groaning when Tommy's teeth bit into his lower lip.
They shifted in the plush chair until Tommy was straddling Kris, his knees squeezed along either side of Kris', their bodies pressed as close together as was possible. Tommy pulled away from Kris' lips to rest their foreheads together, their breath mingling between them. He leaned back in, kissing Kris' lips softly and repeatedly, until Kris was arching up beneath him to meet him in the middle, chasing after Tommy to deepen the kiss.
Somewhat exasperated, Kris sat back in the chair and looked up at Tommy, trying to look stern, his heavy-lidded eyes and flushed cheeks giving him away. He scratched his nails up underneath Tommy's shirt, feeling him shiver slightly in his arms. Tommy gave in, letting himself slump forward and wrap his arms around Kris' neck. He kissed Kris deep and slow, his slim fingers carding through Kris' hair, which was soft enough that Tommy wished for a moment he'd never started dyeing his own.
Tommy's hands were just slipping down to the buttons of Kris' shirt when he felt a warm hand on his shoulder, one that couldn't belong to Kris, since Kris' hands were pushing into the back of his jeans. He pulled away from Kris' mouth, and they both turned blurry eyes to the man who had interrupted them.
“You guys want to...take this elsewhere?” Adam's eyes sparkled, and he couldn't stop the smile that was twitching onto his face. He lifted his hand from Tommy's shoulder and pointed down the hall. “Second door on the left. Little more room than this chair, even though you guys are pretty tiny.”
“We're not tiny. We're compact.” Tommy tried to look indignant, but it was hard with the way that Kris was rolling his eyes and tugging his hand in the direction of the room Adam had offered them. One look at the flush spreading up Kris' neck and his red, wet lips and Tommy gladly turned and followed, Adam's laughter ringing behind them. They could argue about terminology in the morning.
Pairing: Tommy/Cale
Rating: NC-17
Written for christig428, who asked for simply Tommy and Cale.
They could just barely hear the music from out front drifting backstage, and Tommy grinned a little when he thought about Allison out there rocking her face off. He shifted in his chair a little before standing and wiping his hands on his thighs. He always got this kind of ridiculous nervous-excited thing before he went on stage, and even though pacing never helped, he did it anyways. The other bands members kept filtering in and out of the room, mostly ignoring Tommy wearing a stripe into the carpet, but on what felt like his hundredth pass he felt a hand on his arm.
“Hey, calm down.” Tommy looked up at Cale and felt his heart slow down just a little. Cale's smile was easy, even if there was something in his eyes that made Tommy think he was two seconds from laughing.
“I'm trying, man. I always get like this before shows. It's like -” Tommy waved his hands a little, the words not really coming the way he wanted them too. “You know? I'll be fine when I get out there.”
Cale didn't know, not really, but he squeezed Tommy's arm anyway and nodded. “You wanna...blow off some steam?” Cale's smile twitched like he knew exactly how cheesy that sounded, but the crooked way that Tommy looked at him made it pretty clear he didn't care.
For such a small venue, it sure had a lot of nooks and cranny, and the corner they shoved themselves into was about as secluded as they were going to get. Cale's hands were firm on Tommy's hips, and he wasted no time dropping to his knees and working Tommy's belt open. Tommy's jeans were tight, and Cale muttered in frustration until he managed to yank them down far enough to get his hands inside and pull out Tommy's cock.
Cale's mouth was warm and eager, and Tommy groaned as he felt it slide down his cock. He sank his fingers into Cale's hair, wrapping them in the short strands as much as he could. His head thunked back against the wall and he let his eyes drift shut, letting Cale's lips and teeth and tongue work over him, and relax him. Cale was really fucking good at this, and Tommy wanted to enjoy it while it lasted.
The hallway was noisy, with the sounds of the stage and the crowd floating through the air and stage hands running around shouting orders and trying to get ready for the next performer. Added to that were Tommy's moans that he was trying to keep quiet, and the wet-slick slide of Cale's mouth on Tommy's cock, working faster as Tommy's hips started to twitch.
When Tommy came, he shoved his fist into his mouth, biting down on his hand to muffle his cry. His hips thrust hard into Cale's mouth, and Cale sucked hard enough to hollow out his cheeks, swallowing Tommy's orgasm easily. He pulled his mouth back and ran his tongue around the over-sensitive head of Tommy's cock before tugging his pants back up and pulling himself to his feet.
“Better?” Cale wiped the back of his hand over his mouth, smiling just a little smugly.
“You know I am. Is it weird to say thanks?” Tommy straightened his clothes and ran a hand through his hair, trying to make it look artfully mussed and not sex-messy.
Cale shrugged and reached a finger out to swipe away a stray lipstick smear from around Tommy's lips. “Maybe a little. How about you thank me later? I think it's your turn on stage.”
As if on cue, Tommy heard a stage hand hollering for Adam's band to head to the stage and he grinned at Cale. “Yeah, definitely later.” He reached out to squeeze Cale's arm before hurrying down the hall, his muscles blissfully relaxed and ready to put on an awesome show. He could get used to this kind of pre-show ritual.
Pairing: Kris/Tommy
Rating: R
Written for ravenclawwit, who asked for Krommy, cuteness and kissing.
It wasn't that Kris and Tommy were small, they were just compact. And that really just meant that they fit together in the big easy chair, saving the couch for those who were less compact. Tommy was half on top of Kris, his legs draped over one side of the chair and his arms draped around Kris' shoulders, muscles warm and relaxed from the whiskey flowing through his veins.
Kris' hands felt big as they stretch across Tommy's back, his calloused fingers slipping just under the hem of his t-shirt and sliding up his back to cup Tommy's neck. He rubbed his fingertips over Tommy's heated skin, smiling crookedly at the way Tommy's head leaned into his touch and his back arched, just a little.
They weren't alone; far from it, music pumping from the speakers and smoke floating through the air of Adam's living room. But it didn't matter if everyone's eyes were turned to them or not, when Tommy bent his head, he stopped caring. Kris' lips were surprisingly soft, especially when Tommy knew his own were chapped and bitten. He sighed softly against Kris' mouth, his breath encouraging Kris' lips to part.
Tommy's tongue tasted sharp, like the whiskey he'd been drinking all night, and Kris swept his own tongue around Tommy's mouth as if he'd suddenly decided that taste was the best thing in the world. He scraped his fingernails over the back of Tommy's head, scratching up through the downy soft hair there, moving forward to the long fringe that hung in Tommy's eyes. Kris pushed it back, tangling his fingers in it just enough to tug lightly, groaning when Tommy's teeth bit into his lower lip.
They shifted in the plush chair until Tommy was straddling Kris, his knees squeezed along either side of Kris', their bodies pressed as close together as was possible. Tommy pulled away from Kris' lips to rest their foreheads together, their breath mingling between them. He leaned back in, kissing Kris' lips softly and repeatedly, until Kris was arching up beneath him to meet him in the middle, chasing after Tommy to deepen the kiss.
Somewhat exasperated, Kris sat back in the chair and looked up at Tommy, trying to look stern, his heavy-lidded eyes and flushed cheeks giving him away. He scratched his nails up underneath Tommy's shirt, feeling him shiver slightly in his arms. Tommy gave in, letting himself slump forward and wrap his arms around Kris' neck. He kissed Kris deep and slow, his slim fingers carding through Kris' hair, which was soft enough that Tommy wished for a moment he'd never started dyeing his own.
Tommy's hands were just slipping down to the buttons of Kris' shirt when he felt a warm hand on his shoulder, one that couldn't belong to Kris, since Kris' hands were pushing into the back of his jeans. He pulled away from Kris' mouth, and they both turned blurry eyes to the man who had interrupted them.
“You guys want to...take this elsewhere?” Adam's eyes sparkled, and he couldn't stop the smile that was twitching onto his face. He lifted his hand from Tommy's shoulder and pointed down the hall. “Second door on the left. Little more room than this chair, even though you guys are pretty tiny.”
“We're not tiny. We're compact.” Tommy tried to look indignant, but it was hard with the way that Kris was rolling his eyes and tugging his hand in the direction of the room Adam had offered them. One look at the flush spreading up Kris' neck and his red, wet lips and Tommy gladly turned and followed, Adam's laughter ringing behind them. They could argue about terminology in the morning.
Pairing: Tommy/Cale
Rating: NC-17
Written for christig428, who asked for simply Tommy and Cale.
They could just barely hear the music from out front drifting backstage, and Tommy grinned a little when he thought about Allison out there rocking her face off. He shifted in his chair a little before standing and wiping his hands on his thighs. He always got this kind of ridiculous nervous-excited thing before he went on stage, and even though pacing never helped, he did it anyways. The other bands members kept filtering in and out of the room, mostly ignoring Tommy wearing a stripe into the carpet, but on what felt like his hundredth pass he felt a hand on his arm.
“Hey, calm down.” Tommy looked up at Cale and felt his heart slow down just a little. Cale's smile was easy, even if there was something in his eyes that made Tommy think he was two seconds from laughing.
“I'm trying, man. I always get like this before shows. It's like -” Tommy waved his hands a little, the words not really coming the way he wanted them too. “You know? I'll be fine when I get out there.”
Cale didn't know, not really, but he squeezed Tommy's arm anyway and nodded. “You wanna...blow off some steam?” Cale's smile twitched like he knew exactly how cheesy that sounded, but the crooked way that Tommy looked at him made it pretty clear he didn't care.
For such a small venue, it sure had a lot of nooks and cranny, and the corner they shoved themselves into was about as secluded as they were going to get. Cale's hands were firm on Tommy's hips, and he wasted no time dropping to his knees and working Tommy's belt open. Tommy's jeans were tight, and Cale muttered in frustration until he managed to yank them down far enough to get his hands inside and pull out Tommy's cock.
Cale's mouth was warm and eager, and Tommy groaned as he felt it slide down his cock. He sank his fingers into Cale's hair, wrapping them in the short strands as much as he could. His head thunked back against the wall and he let his eyes drift shut, letting Cale's lips and teeth and tongue work over him, and relax him. Cale was really fucking good at this, and Tommy wanted to enjoy it while it lasted.
The hallway was noisy, with the sounds of the stage and the crowd floating through the air and stage hands running around shouting orders and trying to get ready for the next performer. Added to that were Tommy's moans that he was trying to keep quiet, and the wet-slick slide of Cale's mouth on Tommy's cock, working faster as Tommy's hips started to twitch.
When Tommy came, he shoved his fist into his mouth, biting down on his hand to muffle his cry. His hips thrust hard into Cale's mouth, and Cale sucked hard enough to hollow out his cheeks, swallowing Tommy's orgasm easily. He pulled his mouth back and ran his tongue around the over-sensitive head of Tommy's cock before tugging his pants back up and pulling himself to his feet.
“Better?” Cale wiped the back of his hand over his mouth, smiling just a little smugly.
“You know I am. Is it weird to say thanks?” Tommy straightened his clothes and ran a hand through his hair, trying to make it look artfully mussed and not sex-messy.
Cale shrugged and reached a finger out to swipe away a stray lipstick smear from around Tommy's lips. “Maybe a little. How about you thank me later? I think it's your turn on stage.”
As if on cue, Tommy heard a stage hand hollering for Adam's band to head to the stage and he grinned at Cale. “Yeah, definitely later.” He reached out to squeeze Cale's arm before hurrying down the hall, his muscles blissfully relaxed and ready to put on an awesome show. He could get used to this kind of pre-show ritual.