Tommy/Dave drabble (Rock Star: Supernova)
Title: Making Him Useful
Fandom: Rock Star: Supernova/RPS
Characters: Tommy Lee/Dave Navarro
Word Count: 289
Rating: R
Author's Notes: SLASH. That means, if you're not comfortable with same sex partnerships, don't read this. There's a slight sexual reference in this.
The tape had just finished rolling, and everyone was leaving the set when Tommy approached Dave.
“Hey, man, can I talk to you for a minute?” Tommy asked.
“Yeah, sure, dude,” Dave said. The two men went backstage, Tommy’s arm around Dave’s shoulders.
They waited for the rest of the rockers to file out and head back to the mansion before Tommy told Dave what was on his mind. “So, Dave, man. You know I love you, but you’re just not contributing a lot to the show. I think you’re on here because you’re good-looking and women love that shit.”
“What are you saying, dude? You don’t want me around? Because I have a contract with CBS for the rest of this season, and you can’t just kick me off.”
“No, no. I’m not saying that at all. I was just thinking you could maybe be more useful in other areas.”
Dave nodded slowly, and a sly grin spread across his face. “I think I see where you’re going with this.”
The two men headed to Tommy’s dressing room, where, once inside, they locked the door and made sure no one was around to hear. Tommy’s pants were on the floor before Dave could even say a word, and Dave kneeled in front of his, ready to give him a blowjob that would rival his sex tapes with Pamela.
“Oh, Jesus, Dave, I should’ve said something before,” Tommy said, bucking his hips against Dave’s mouth. Before long, he was exploding into Dave’s open mouth, and as they cleaned up, Dave stood and whispered a confession in Tommy’s ear.
“Well, you didn’t, but Gilby did.” With that, he smiled a Cheshire grin and left Tommy gawking in his dressing room.
Fandom: Rock Star: Supernova/RPS
Characters: Tommy Lee/Dave Navarro
Word Count: 289
Rating: R
Author's Notes: SLASH. That means, if you're not comfortable with same sex partnerships, don't read this. There's a slight sexual reference in this.
The tape had just finished rolling, and everyone was leaving the set when Tommy approached Dave.
“Hey, man, can I talk to you for a minute?” Tommy asked.
“Yeah, sure, dude,” Dave said. The two men went backstage, Tommy’s arm around Dave’s shoulders.
They waited for the rest of the rockers to file out and head back to the mansion before Tommy told Dave what was on his mind. “So, Dave, man. You know I love you, but you’re just not contributing a lot to the show. I think you’re on here because you’re good-looking and women love that shit.”
“What are you saying, dude? You don’t want me around? Because I have a contract with CBS for the rest of this season, and you can’t just kick me off.”
“No, no. I’m not saying that at all. I was just thinking you could maybe be more useful in other areas.”
Dave nodded slowly, and a sly grin spread across his face. “I think I see where you’re going with this.”
The two men headed to Tommy’s dressing room, where, once inside, they locked the door and made sure no one was around to hear. Tommy’s pants were on the floor before Dave could even say a word, and Dave kneeled in front of his, ready to give him a blowjob that would rival his sex tapes with Pamela.
“Oh, Jesus, Dave, I should’ve said something before,” Tommy said, bucking his hips against Dave’s mouth. Before long, he was exploding into Dave’s open mouth, and as they cleaned up, Dave stood and whispered a confession in Tommy’s ear.
“Well, you didn’t, but Gilby did.” With that, he smiled a Cheshire grin and left Tommy gawking in his dressing room.