Fic: What you didn't say - Jared Leto/Tomo Milicevic. NC-17.
What you didn't say was loudest | Jared Leto/Tomo Milicevic.
NC-17.
It's not until sound check one day that Jared realizes the command thing is different for Tomo.
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It starts one day on the bus. Jared’s surfing the web on his Blackberry, and Tomo’s fucking around on one of the spare acoustics.
Tomo keeps playing the same chord progression over and over, unable to figure out why it doesn’t fit. He screws his eyebrows together, face the perfect mask of concentration until Jared snaps, “Just fucking give up okay?”
Tomo’s head shoots up, expression confused. “The fuck?”
“It’s not going to work. Just....stop.” Jared’s tone slips from controlled to ordering, type-a personality peppering his words.
Tomo drops his head back to the guitar, fingers stilled in a C on the fretboard. “Fine.”
Jared doesn’t think anything of it, really, and goes back to his Blackberry.
Tomo looks out the window of the bus, eyes dark.
*
It’s not until soundcheck one day that he realises that the command thing is different for Tomo.
During their warm-up’s, Jared’s phone rings.
They take five and Shan leaps off the stage gratefully, headed for the bathroom.
Tomo leaves his guitar plugged in, and goes back to playing, just G D G D G C over and over and over until Jared lowers his phone, glances over at the guitarist. “Play the bridge of Closer To The Edge one more fucking time.”
Tomo raises an eyebrow, and strums so fucking gently.
Jared is certain that he’s doing this just to piss him off. “I’ll call you back.” He says, voice like arsenic, eyes locked on Tomo as he moves towards him.
“What the hell is up with you lately? Do you just enjoy being a dick?” Jared hisses, dragging Tomo to the shadowed part of the stage.
Tomo avoids his eyes, and stares directly at the floor.
“Fucking answer me.” He punctuates his words with a shake.
Tomo finally looks up, and fuck. His eyes are dark, dark, dark, and there’s a small flush spreading out over his cheekbones, fanning down his neck and under the collar of his shirt. For one irrational moment, Jared wonders how far the blush spreads. Would it be heated against his lips?
“No.” Tomo’s voice is fucking wrecked. All rushed syllables and emotion.
“No?”
Tomo nods. “No. I don’t have to fucking answer you.” And tries to duck past Jared.
Jared crushes him to the wall.
“What the fuck man,” Tomo manages to get out, and Jared presses his hands to his chest, holds him there.
“Is this like a thing for you?” Jared asks, tone neutral.
“Fuck. You.”
Jared bites back an immature response, and lets Tomo go.
*
Jared doesn’t know how Tomo manages to avoid him on a bus of their size, but he manages it. He’s there for shows, because he’s Tomo fucking Milicevic, and wouldn’t dare to disappoint their fans, but he makes himself sparse otherwise. Jared tucks himself into Shan’s bunk with said brother, and lets the rocking of the bus lull him to sleep. Shan asks what’s wrong when he wakes up, of course he does, and Jared tells him in between chaste presses of lips.
“That’s fucking hot,” is just about Shannon’s only comment, when he hears Jared’s descriptions of in the lounge and on the stage. Jared agrees, but he doesn’t think that is going to fix anything.
“You need to either talk to him, or fuck him.” Jared replays Shan’s advice over in his head on the way to Tomo’s bunk. He feels too hot in his shirt, fingers tucked under his arms to quell the nervous energy.
He knocks on the wood panelling. “Can I come in?” His voice is rough in the quiet space, probably from catering to the whims of the fans last night with The Kill when it wasn’t on their setlist.
Tomo jerks the curtain back. “It’s not like there’s a door, douche.” He mumbles, but Jared knows he understands. Privacy is few and infrequent these days.
Jared squishes himself inside Tomo’s bunk. And he thinks of it in terms like that too: squish. For all the times where his muse is ridiculously convoluted, the times where it matters most he thinks in terms that are safe.
“Hey look. I don’t know what’s happening between us, because I don’t know if you wanted to get away because you aren’t used to people propositioning you, or because it’s me, which I really hope it isn’t because I mean, band, and I’d really like to--” Jared’s words fall away, and he just stares at Tomo.
“Yeah?” Tomo pushes.
“Lie back.” Jared says, eyes dark and intent on Tomo’s face. This is where they’re really tested.
Tomo stares at Jared, in-fathomable, and then slowly lies back. Jared closes his eyes, murmuring “fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“This isn’t something you can just do and leave, Jay. You can’t get halfway through and decide you’re out.”
Jared shudders at Tomo’s whisper, and nods as he opens his eyes. He leans forward, pressing their bodies together as he spreads himself out over Tomo to connect their lips. Tomo’s gasp is swallowed up quickly, and Jared slides his tongue against Tomo’s. They trade kisses, syrup slow and wet, before Jared remembers how they’ve gotten there.
He pulls back slowly, and watches Tomo’s eyes come open to follow him.
“You’re wearing too much. Shirt off.” Jared commands. He keeps his tone as emotionless as possible, so he understands the shudder that works its way down Tomo’s spin when he whispers, “Good boy.” after Tomo complies.
“Keep quiet.” Jared drags his nails down Tomo’s chest, right to where his pants start. Jared works open his zipper, and tugs the pants to Tomo’s ankles. He leaves them there, and flips down the band of Tomo’s boxers, sliding them down as well. He drags his lips down Tomo’s neck, stopping to place a bite on his collarbone. Down to the crest of his hip, swelling up delicately under his swath of bare skin, and naturally Jared has to bite there too.
By the time Jared actually makes it to his dick, Tomo’s panting silently. Jared gives a quick smile, and ducks his head to swipe his tongue across the head. Tomo arches up and Jared pushes him back down. Jared knows first hand what it’s like to be teased to the point of breaking, and he doesn’t want this to come to that. It would be unfair to make Tomo feel like he’s failed at something that is his.
Jared waits until Tomo is begging with his eyes, (hands in Jared’s hair because Jared may have told him to be silent but he never told him he couldn’t touch,) before wetting his lips and letting Tomo buck up into his mouth.
Jared’s never been a size queen, but there’s something cathartic in the weight of Tomo’s dick sliding against his tongue and filling up his mouth, that tells him he might have a little bit of it lurking under the not so deep surface. Jared closes his eyes because looking at Tomo’s face is going to set him off, and he doesn’t want this over just yet.
Jared pulls off and looks up at Tomo for a second, trying to decide whether he should let Tomo make noise. They share a bus for fucks sake, and no matter how hard you bite your hand, noises still slip out. Then he remembers Tomo’s words from earlier, and thinks that he can’t be doing this shit by halves.
He strips out of his clothes and holds Tomo down with every ounce of his power. He rubs off on him, sure to let his noises spill out freely. When he’s about to come, he closes his eyes and drops his head forward onto Tomo’s chest, breath coming in short gasps.
He takes a second to recover, but then Tomo’s fingers jab sharp into his side. “Fuck, fuck I’m sorry.” Jared rolls off of Tomo, cramped in the bunk but not complaining, and bites hard on Tomo’s lip. Then he covered it with his hand.
“I’m going to take my hand away, put my mouth on you, and you are going to come. Understood?” Jared murmured, right by Tomo’s ear. Tomo’s eyes closed for a moment as his body shivered. When he opened them, they were blank. Tomo had completely checked out mentally. He nodded still, though.
“Good.”
Jared barely closes his lips over the head of Tomo’s cock before he’s coming. Most of it lands on Jared’s lips, but he’s pretty sure he’s going to be taking a shower tonight regardless.
Tomo’s body shakes in the aftermath, and Jared uses Tomo’s shirt to wipe them off through the worst of the chills. He curls himself close, warm and compact, and lays a palm to Tomo’s chest until his breathing returns to normal and his pulse isn’t jumping erratically.
Jared glances up at Tomo, a laugh bubbling up from fuck knows where. Tomo looked down at him, lips twisted upwards in a lazy “I got some” kind of smile.
“Next time, I’m going to tie you up.” Jared says, sticking his cold nose under the line of Tomo’s jaw.
Tomo’s sigh lifts Jared’s head.
“You’ll be the death of me.”