Fanfic - TBD: Saint's Day Apology (NC-17, Slash: Tommy/Kevin)
Title: Saint's Day Apology
Author: eboniorchid
Fandom: The Black Donnellys
Characters: Tommy Donnelly/Kevin Donnelly
Prompt: "Alley [Tommy/Kevin]" for tbd_stpaddys
Word Count: ~700 words.
Rating: NC-17 for language and sexuality.
Warnings/Spoilers: PWP. Angst. Dubious consent. Public sex. Donnellycest. Slash. Smut. Graphic m/m sex. No spoilers.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Really. Nothing.
Summary: Kevin makes it up to Tommy … in an alley … with his mouth. Kevin POV.
Beta: lostandalone22 gets props for the flash beta. All current errors and oddities are my own.
Author's Notes: As if I don't have enough fandoms. Here's my first TBD fic. It's random. *sigh*
Online Video Game Rentals
"Tommy, I'm sorry, man. I don't know what happened. I-"
"Shut up."
Kevin nodded a little. Point taken.
"You wanna make it up to me, Kevin?"
Kevin nodded a little more with a shrug. "Yeah." As in, 'of course'.
Tommy's hand was swinging Kevin's way, then, and he ducked, almost, thinking it was a punch that he maybe deserved but didn't want to just stand there and take. It wasn't though. Tommy's hand just fisted in his hair, yanking him forward and pushing him down until his knees buckled underneath him and his face was at Tommy's belt level.
"Then get to it, Kev."
It wasn't like he'd never done it before. He'd be lying if he said that, but he still shook his head, slow and loose, in a way that said he'd just as well not make amends this way. His fingers were already unlatching Tommy's belt, though, then the button of his jeans, then the metal teeth of his zipper, and then the front flap of his briefs.
He closed his eyes as his mouth closed around the head of his brother's dick, half-hard but quickly getting stiff. His tongue traced the contours of the ridge where the shaft met the crown, then his lips slipped down, mapping the shape of veins until they almost sat at the base of Tommy's cock and he could barely breathe for all the dick in his mouth. Tommy gave a tug with the hand in his hair and it might've meant anything, but it probably meant something like 'hurry it up down there, 'cause I got shit to do'.
He drew back a bit, sucking strong, and slid down again, starting to bob up and back down, his movements pulling soft grunts from the back of his brother's throat. His hands went to the top of Tommy's thighs, then, fingers tangling in belt loops as he steadied himself, licking hard up the underside of Tommy's dick every time he lifted his head up even just a bit.
He could hear Tommy's breath puffing out of him louder, like the steam from an old train, and he didn't try to fight when the hand in his hair pressed him down onto his brother's cock until his throat was being pounded and filled too fast to catch more than half a breath. But then Tommy groaned and his cock shuddered on Kevin's tongue, tossing up three spurts of spunk whose taste and texture made him gag a little as he pulled himself free and spat twice out onto the ground.
When he turned back, Tommy was already tucked in and zipping his fly.
"Are we good now?" His voice sounded scratchy, like he'd just had his throat beaten, which he had, if you counted a dick as a weapon.
"Yeah, Kevin." Tommy gave his half-smile that said 'sure, until you fuck up again' as he buckled his belt. "Get your shit together and get out of here."
Kevin pushed his way up to standing and brushed the grime from his pants, then from his hands.
"And don't be late for dinner. You know how Ma gets on saints' days."
Tommy was looking at him pointedly, probably because he'd managed to be late to nearly every saint's day dinner that the family'd ever had.
"Yeah, Tommy, I know. I'll be there, okay?"
Tommy tilted his head and raised an eyebrow.
"Okay, Kev. … You get there on time this year and maybe you can give your knees a break for a while, yeah?"
Kevin swallowed and nodded, resisting the urge to spit again.
"Go on, then." Tommy made a quick nod of his head toward the other end of the alley. "And no bets today, Kevin. Or you'll owe me a hell of a lot more than you'd like, got me?"
Kevin huffed and turned away from Tommy as he angled for the alley's exit. "I got it, Tommy."
"You'd better." Tommy threw the words after him, but they were thankfully headed in opposite directions.
Kevin grumbled under his breath a little then, just because he could, and decided that, saints' day or no, he needed a pint, or three. And he hoped to God above that they wouldn't turn his tongue green.
Author: eboniorchid
Fandom: The Black Donnellys
Characters: Tommy Donnelly/Kevin Donnelly
Prompt: "Alley [Tommy/Kevin]" for tbd_stpaddys
Word Count: ~700 words.
Rating: NC-17 for language and sexuality.
Warnings/Spoilers: PWP. Angst. Dubious consent. Public sex. Donnellycest. Slash. Smut. Graphic m/m sex. No spoilers.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Really. Nothing.
Summary: Kevin makes it up to Tommy … in an alley … with his mouth. Kevin POV.
Beta: lostandalone22 gets props for the flash beta. All current errors and oddities are my own.
Author's Notes: As if I don't have enough fandoms. Here's my first TBD fic. It's random. *sigh*
Online Video Game Rentals
"Tommy, I'm sorry, man. I don't know what happened. I-"
"Shut up."
Kevin nodded a little. Point taken.
"You wanna make it up to me, Kevin?"
Kevin nodded a little more with a shrug. "Yeah." As in, 'of course'.
Tommy's hand was swinging Kevin's way, then, and he ducked, almost, thinking it was a punch that he maybe deserved but didn't want to just stand there and take. It wasn't though. Tommy's hand just fisted in his hair, yanking him forward and pushing him down until his knees buckled underneath him and his face was at Tommy's belt level.
"Then get to it, Kev."
It wasn't like he'd never done it before. He'd be lying if he said that, but he still shook his head, slow and loose, in a way that said he'd just as well not make amends this way. His fingers were already unlatching Tommy's belt, though, then the button of his jeans, then the metal teeth of his zipper, and then the front flap of his briefs.
He closed his eyes as his mouth closed around the head of his brother's dick, half-hard but quickly getting stiff. His tongue traced the contours of the ridge where the shaft met the crown, then his lips slipped down, mapping the shape of veins until they almost sat at the base of Tommy's cock and he could barely breathe for all the dick in his mouth. Tommy gave a tug with the hand in his hair and it might've meant anything, but it probably meant something like 'hurry it up down there, 'cause I got shit to do'.
He drew back a bit, sucking strong, and slid down again, starting to bob up and back down, his movements pulling soft grunts from the back of his brother's throat. His hands went to the top of Tommy's thighs, then, fingers tangling in belt loops as he steadied himself, licking hard up the underside of Tommy's dick every time he lifted his head up even just a bit.
He could hear Tommy's breath puffing out of him louder, like the steam from an old train, and he didn't try to fight when the hand in his hair pressed him down onto his brother's cock until his throat was being pounded and filled too fast to catch more than half a breath. But then Tommy groaned and his cock shuddered on Kevin's tongue, tossing up three spurts of spunk whose taste and texture made him gag a little as he pulled himself free and spat twice out onto the ground.
When he turned back, Tommy was already tucked in and zipping his fly.
"Are we good now?" His voice sounded scratchy, like he'd just had his throat beaten, which he had, if you counted a dick as a weapon.
"Yeah, Kevin." Tommy gave his half-smile that said 'sure, until you fuck up again' as he buckled his belt. "Get your shit together and get out of here."
Kevin pushed his way up to standing and brushed the grime from his pants, then from his hands.
"And don't be late for dinner. You know how Ma gets on saints' days."
Tommy was looking at him pointedly, probably because he'd managed to be late to nearly every saint's day dinner that the family'd ever had.
"Yeah, Tommy, I know. I'll be there, okay?"
Tommy tilted his head and raised an eyebrow.
"Okay, Kev. … You get there on time this year and maybe you can give your knees a break for a while, yeah?"
Kevin swallowed and nodded, resisting the urge to spit again.
"Go on, then." Tommy made a quick nod of his head toward the other end of the alley. "And no bets today, Kevin. Or you'll owe me a hell of a lot more than you'd like, got me?"
Kevin huffed and turned away from Tommy as he angled for the alley's exit. "I got it, Tommy."
"You'd better." Tommy threw the words after him, but they were thankfully headed in opposite directions.
Kevin grumbled under his breath a little then, just because he could, and decided that, saints' day or no, he needed a pint, or three. And he hoped to God above that they wouldn't turn his tongue green.