Lights
Title: Lights
Fandom: Glam Nation
Pairing: Tommy Ratliff/OMC
Author: i_amthecosmos
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,290
Summary: Tommy stays behind at the carnival and an older man gives him a free ride. Then he gets more.
Warnings: Drunken teenage decisions, power play. To me it isn’t dub-con, but there is some uneasiness and power issues in the pairing, even though consent is given.
Prompt: Carnival, from glam_bingo.
Disclaimer: This is completely made up and I make no profit from this fan fiction. Please do not Tweet to anyone involved.
Notes: Plot based on the Bikini Kill song “Carnival".
The carnival wasn’t much. It was a cheap traveling mess of creaky looking rides and food stands with fried Oreos and Tommy kind of loved it. He had come with his friends and they wandered around the tiny grounds, sharing a pint of whiskey. Tommy felt mellow and good from the mix of whiskey and cola Icee and he barely heard it when James said “Okay, time to go.” He shook his head. “Tommy, come on man. It’s getting late and I don’t know about you, but I’m out of fuckin’ money.” Tommy blinked at his friend, noticing how the colored lights of the rides reflected on his face.
“I don’t wanna,” he slurred. “You guys go, I’ll take the bus. It’s not that far to the stop. I’ll be okay.” James stared at him, obviously wanting to argue, but Tommy put a hand up. “It’s okay, don’t worry about me. I can get home by myself.” Tommy was glad that he didn’t live with his parent’s anymore-sharing a shitty apartment with two other dudes was at least good for coming home drunk at all fucking hours.
“Just don’t fuck up and fall asleep on the street. Cops don’t like that.” And then James just put a hand on his shoulder in goodbye and everyone left. Tommy blinked after them, then he wandered around, drinking the melted Icee and whiskey. He curled his arms around his body-the wind was blowing hard and he wasn’t dressed that warm. The lights and noises were blurring in his mind, and he didn’t hear the guy calling him first.
“Hey. Hey, kid in the black hoodie.” He looked over and there was a carnie standing over by his empty ride, looking over at him. “Wanna come over here? I’ve got a beer for you.” Tommy wandered closer, looking him over. The guy was young for a carnie, and not bad looking. His hands were rough and he had deep squint wrinkles from working outdoors, but his eyes were deep blue like a calm sea. “Hey,” he said again. “You drunk?”
“Yeah, I am,” Tommy said. “Why, you gonna kick me out? Do I need to leave or something?” He looked around and realized that their area was nearly deserted. “Um…” Tommy started to blush as the guy kept staring at him.
“I saw you leave your friends. You wanna come to the booth? We’ll just get some pot. How old are you?”
And Tommy knew his alarm bells should have rung at that, but he just smiled. “I’m nineteen. I play guitar.” He had no idea why he said that-he’d never see this guy again and what did he matter who he impressed? He probably looked like a skinny rat to this guy.
“Awesome, I play too when I’m not running this piece of shit.” The guy smiled and Tommy could see some crooked teeth, but the smile was still warm. “I’m Colin.” He opened the tiny booth for the ride-Tommy didn’t know what the fuck the name of it was, it was little car-like things that lifted into the air and spun. But that wasn’t important right then, because he was in a really fucking small space with a guy who was already getting a joint out.
They passed it back and forth for a minute, nobody coming by to notice them, and then Tommy felt Colin pushed up against him. He bit his lip, feeling the hard cock against his ass. “Okay?” Tommy nodded, because he couldn’t pretend. He wanted to be left alone so someone would find him, and someone did. “Want a free ride before I close this down?” Tommy nodded, and stumbled out of the booth, feeling pliant even though he didn’t think he was that fucked up. Tommy buckled him in the ride, one hand straying to his crotch and squeezing. Then he went back to his booth and started it.
He felt wonderful at first, the bitter bite of the wind tampered by the freeness of flying through it. But when the ride started to tilt, he felt his gut lurch. He gripped the safety bar and hoped he didn’t hurl when he was in the ride. When he finally got to the ground, Colin helped him get out of the ride and led him over to a corner so he could retch. “Sorry. Too much, huh?”
“I guess so,” Tommy said before spitting again. It was totally fucking gross and not sexy at all. “I’m sorry.” Colin gave him a soda with no booze in it and Tommy drank it in silence. Colin stayed behind him, rubbing his back, then moving closer. Tommy sighed as Colin rubbed over his stomach.
Colin stepped back, not crowding into his space anymore. “Go to the third trailer from the left. Wait for me there. I’ll put the closed sign up.” He felt Colin’s rough hand press a key into his hand, rubbing over Tommy’s wrist. “Go ahead, I’ll be there soon.” Tommy nodded again and headed out, weaving toward the shabby looking trailers near the back of the carnival. He got a couple of whistles from other carnies as he walked toward Colin’s trailer, but he didn’t look up. He just concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other, his drunken brain trying to make sure to get the right one.
When he let himself in, his nervousness was settled a bit by the normal boringness of Colin’s living space. There was a small bed pushed in the corner, and a few books piled against the opposite wall. There was a picture of Colin and a woman, and that made Tommy’s nervousness come back, but before he could stumble out, Colin was there. “Hey,” Tommy said, and he knew that his doubt must have been all over his face. “Maybe I shouldn’t…”
Colin stepped forward. “You mean that,” he said, pointing at the picture. “That’s my old girl-we were married six months and broke up. We’re still friends and she takes care of my dog when I’m gone. I swear we ain’t married now. I know I like boys too much to be married.” He stepped closer again and Tommy felt Colin’s hand combing his hair back. “Thanks for not leaving. I just keep her picture up ‘cause she’s the only person I got at home, even as a friend. Do you want to sit down? I know you’re drunk.”
“Yeah,” Tommy said, and he sat heavily on the bed, looking over at Colin as he undid his belt. Tommy pulled his shoes off and undid his fly as Colin came over. “Are we gonna lie down?”
“In a minute,” Colin said, unzipping and pulling down his underwear so that his cock was right in front of Tommy. “Suck me first.” Tommy hesitated for a bare second, then wrapped his hand around the shaft. “Oh shit your hands are cold,” Colin said. “Warm me up,” Tommy felt his face heat at the order, and he licked at the tip of Colin’s cock, then mouthed it.
“More,” Colin said, and Tommy did what he was told, sucking further as Colin put a hand on the back of his head, guiding him. He breathed through his nose and tried not to choke as Colin moved him. When he looked up, Colin smiled down at him. “You like it, huh? Don’t use your hands anymore, put them behind your back.” Tommy did it and Colin’s eyes got darker. “That’s right, take it like a good boy.” Tommy opened his mouth wider, and the sober part of him wondered if he was in over his head.
Colin kept fucking his mouth as Tommy grasped his own wrists, holding on tight, hoping he was done being sick because that would be the most embarrassing thing ever. Then Colin stepped back. “Strip. Lie on your back.” Tommy did it, hands trembling as Colin watched him. He wondered if he was too skinny, and how far Colin was going to take this. But when he looked up, Colin nodded and Tommy felt himself calm as he laid back, hands at his sides. “Hands over your head.” Tommy did it immediately and Colin ran his nails down Tommy’s chest, just enough to make his skin raise goose bumps in the wake of his touch.
“What’ve you done? You’re a young little thing. Tell me if it gets to be too much.” Tommy was grateful that Colin cared about his boundaries, and he nodded. “Do you get fucked? Have you done that?” Tommy shook his head. “You can talk, don’t worry. What’s your name? I forgot to ask.”
“I’m Tommy. And I haven’t,” he said, his breath coming out in short gasps. I don’t know…”
“We don’t have to,” Colin said, and he had stopped running his nails down Tommy’s chest and petted him with an open hand. “Could you take fingers? Have you done that?” Tommy swallowed, and then answered in a quiet voice.
“Only to myself.” That made Colin laugh, and he got up and stripped. He had a nice body, and Tommy felt reassured, like his first time that wasn’t just sloppy blowjobs was going to be okay. He was still a little fucked up, just enough to blur the edges, and he spread his legs when Colin got out the lube. “Do you still want my hands up?”
“You can put them down,” he said, and Tommy did as he was told, gripping the sheets as Colin rubbed over his hole, his other hand on Tommy’s thigh. Tommy knew that he should breath deep-he had learned that from a book he read-and he was ready when Colin pushed a finger inside. “Good boy,” Colin said again. “So sweet and good for me. This is why you stayed behind, isn’t it?” Tommy nodded, knowing it was true. He could see the lights from the carnival as they blinked against the only window in Colin’s trailer, and he didn’t flinch when he felt a second finger.
Then Colin wrapped a big, calloused hand around his hard on, and Tommy arched into it, gripping the sheets tighter. Colin didn’t rush, but slowly jerked him in time with his fingers moving in and out. Tommy closed his eyes and he felt like he could still see the lights under his eyelids as he felt his orgasm build. When he came, he opened his eyes and looked at Colin, who was watching him so intently that Tommy wanted to squirm away from it. “Easy, easy. Good boy.” And Colin leaned in for a kiss. “That’s right,” he said against Tommy’s lips. “Now be good for me some more.”
Tommy wasn’t quite ready for Colin to straddle his shoulders, his cock right in Tommy’s face, but he didn’t object, licking and sucking at Colin’s cock, trying to make it good even though he’d never tried it at this angle before. Colin wasn’t as demanding this time, letting him go at his own pace until he grunted and moved back. Tommy watched as Colin came on his chest and shoulders, only getting him once his on his cheek. Colin got off him then, and lay next to him, curled in Tommy’s direction but not touching. Tommy didn’t try to cuddle him, feeling he’d be breaking some unspoken rule.
A minute later Colin got up, and he could hear him at the sink before he came back with a washcloth. He cleaned Tommy off in a detached, efficient way, and Tommy shivered both from the cold cloth and the feeling that he might have been used. Then he looked up at Colin, who was already pulling his shirt on. “We’ve got to go soon. I have to load up.”
Tommy found his voice. “Okay,” he said, sitting up and wincing-his ass was a little sore now. “Um, thanks.” Colin looked at him then, and smiled at him. Tommy smiled back, glad to be seen after Colin’s moments of coldness. He got up and dressed, both of them silent. Tommy felt good despite the soreness, and he was almost sober now. He could walk home if he had to-he was pretty sure the buses weren’t running now.
“Hey,” Colin said, touching his arm. “Do you need money?” Tommy was shocked to the point of not being able to say anything when Colin got a twenty out of his pocket. “I mean, just to get home. Take a cab, don’t go out this late and get hurt.” Tommy looked at him, and slowly he took the money. “That’s it. Use my phone and call a cab. And you didn’t have to thank me.”
Tommy did as he was told, and stood there for a minute feeling awkward and out of his depth. Colin reached for him, and the hug was brief, Colin rubbing his hand down Tommy’s back. Then he stepped back, and Tommy left, the wind biting through his hoodie again as he went towards the exit to wait for his cab. As he walked, the rides were coming down and the lights of the carnival slowly went out.
Fandom: Glam Nation
Pairing: Tommy Ratliff/OMC
Author: i_amthecosmos
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,290
Summary: Tommy stays behind at the carnival and an older man gives him a free ride. Then he gets more.
Warnings: Drunken teenage decisions, power play. To me it isn’t dub-con, but there is some uneasiness and power issues in the pairing, even though consent is given.
Prompt: Carnival, from glam_bingo.
Disclaimer: This is completely made up and I make no profit from this fan fiction. Please do not Tweet to anyone involved.
Notes: Plot based on the Bikini Kill song “Carnival".
The carnival wasn’t much. It was a cheap traveling mess of creaky looking rides and food stands with fried Oreos and Tommy kind of loved it. He had come with his friends and they wandered around the tiny grounds, sharing a pint of whiskey. Tommy felt mellow and good from the mix of whiskey and cola Icee and he barely heard it when James said “Okay, time to go.” He shook his head. “Tommy, come on man. It’s getting late and I don’t know about you, but I’m out of fuckin’ money.” Tommy blinked at his friend, noticing how the colored lights of the rides reflected on his face.
“I don’t wanna,” he slurred. “You guys go, I’ll take the bus. It’s not that far to the stop. I’ll be okay.” James stared at him, obviously wanting to argue, but Tommy put a hand up. “It’s okay, don’t worry about me. I can get home by myself.” Tommy was glad that he didn’t live with his parent’s anymore-sharing a shitty apartment with two other dudes was at least good for coming home drunk at all fucking hours.
“Just don’t fuck up and fall asleep on the street. Cops don’t like that.” And then James just put a hand on his shoulder in goodbye and everyone left. Tommy blinked after them, then he wandered around, drinking the melted Icee and whiskey. He curled his arms around his body-the wind was blowing hard and he wasn’t dressed that warm. The lights and noises were blurring in his mind, and he didn’t hear the guy calling him first.
“Hey. Hey, kid in the black hoodie.” He looked over and there was a carnie standing over by his empty ride, looking over at him. “Wanna come over here? I’ve got a beer for you.” Tommy wandered closer, looking him over. The guy was young for a carnie, and not bad looking. His hands were rough and he had deep squint wrinkles from working outdoors, but his eyes were deep blue like a calm sea. “Hey,” he said again. “You drunk?”
“Yeah, I am,” Tommy said. “Why, you gonna kick me out? Do I need to leave or something?” He looked around and realized that their area was nearly deserted. “Um…” Tommy started to blush as the guy kept staring at him.
“I saw you leave your friends. You wanna come to the booth? We’ll just get some pot. How old are you?”
And Tommy knew his alarm bells should have rung at that, but he just smiled. “I’m nineteen. I play guitar.” He had no idea why he said that-he’d never see this guy again and what did he matter who he impressed? He probably looked like a skinny rat to this guy.
“Awesome, I play too when I’m not running this piece of shit.” The guy smiled and Tommy could see some crooked teeth, but the smile was still warm. “I’m Colin.” He opened the tiny booth for the ride-Tommy didn’t know what the fuck the name of it was, it was little car-like things that lifted into the air and spun. But that wasn’t important right then, because he was in a really fucking small space with a guy who was already getting a joint out.
They passed it back and forth for a minute, nobody coming by to notice them, and then Tommy felt Colin pushed up against him. He bit his lip, feeling the hard cock against his ass. “Okay?” Tommy nodded, because he couldn’t pretend. He wanted to be left alone so someone would find him, and someone did. “Want a free ride before I close this down?” Tommy nodded, and stumbled out of the booth, feeling pliant even though he didn’t think he was that fucked up. Tommy buckled him in the ride, one hand straying to his crotch and squeezing. Then he went back to his booth and started it.
He felt wonderful at first, the bitter bite of the wind tampered by the freeness of flying through it. But when the ride started to tilt, he felt his gut lurch. He gripped the safety bar and hoped he didn’t hurl when he was in the ride. When he finally got to the ground, Colin helped him get out of the ride and led him over to a corner so he could retch. “Sorry. Too much, huh?”
“I guess so,” Tommy said before spitting again. It was totally fucking gross and not sexy at all. “I’m sorry.” Colin gave him a soda with no booze in it and Tommy drank it in silence. Colin stayed behind him, rubbing his back, then moving closer. Tommy sighed as Colin rubbed over his stomach.
Colin stepped back, not crowding into his space anymore. “Go to the third trailer from the left. Wait for me there. I’ll put the closed sign up.” He felt Colin’s rough hand press a key into his hand, rubbing over Tommy’s wrist. “Go ahead, I’ll be there soon.” Tommy nodded again and headed out, weaving toward the shabby looking trailers near the back of the carnival. He got a couple of whistles from other carnies as he walked toward Colin’s trailer, but he didn’t look up. He just concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other, his drunken brain trying to make sure to get the right one.
When he let himself in, his nervousness was settled a bit by the normal boringness of Colin’s living space. There was a small bed pushed in the corner, and a few books piled against the opposite wall. There was a picture of Colin and a woman, and that made Tommy’s nervousness come back, but before he could stumble out, Colin was there. “Hey,” Tommy said, and he knew that his doubt must have been all over his face. “Maybe I shouldn’t…”
Colin stepped forward. “You mean that,” he said, pointing at the picture. “That’s my old girl-we were married six months and broke up. We’re still friends and she takes care of my dog when I’m gone. I swear we ain’t married now. I know I like boys too much to be married.” He stepped closer again and Tommy felt Colin’s hand combing his hair back. “Thanks for not leaving. I just keep her picture up ‘cause she’s the only person I got at home, even as a friend. Do you want to sit down? I know you’re drunk.”
“Yeah,” Tommy said, and he sat heavily on the bed, looking over at Colin as he undid his belt. Tommy pulled his shoes off and undid his fly as Colin came over. “Are we gonna lie down?”
“In a minute,” Colin said, unzipping and pulling down his underwear so that his cock was right in front of Tommy. “Suck me first.” Tommy hesitated for a bare second, then wrapped his hand around the shaft. “Oh shit your hands are cold,” Colin said. “Warm me up,” Tommy felt his face heat at the order, and he licked at the tip of Colin’s cock, then mouthed it.
“More,” Colin said, and Tommy did what he was told, sucking further as Colin put a hand on the back of his head, guiding him. He breathed through his nose and tried not to choke as Colin moved him. When he looked up, Colin smiled down at him. “You like it, huh? Don’t use your hands anymore, put them behind your back.” Tommy did it and Colin’s eyes got darker. “That’s right, take it like a good boy.” Tommy opened his mouth wider, and the sober part of him wondered if he was in over his head.
Colin kept fucking his mouth as Tommy grasped his own wrists, holding on tight, hoping he was done being sick because that would be the most embarrassing thing ever. Then Colin stepped back. “Strip. Lie on your back.” Tommy did it, hands trembling as Colin watched him. He wondered if he was too skinny, and how far Colin was going to take this. But when he looked up, Colin nodded and Tommy felt himself calm as he laid back, hands at his sides. “Hands over your head.” Tommy did it immediately and Colin ran his nails down Tommy’s chest, just enough to make his skin raise goose bumps in the wake of his touch.
“What’ve you done? You’re a young little thing. Tell me if it gets to be too much.” Tommy was grateful that Colin cared about his boundaries, and he nodded. “Do you get fucked? Have you done that?” Tommy shook his head. “You can talk, don’t worry. What’s your name? I forgot to ask.”
“I’m Tommy. And I haven’t,” he said, his breath coming out in short gasps. I don’t know…”
“We don’t have to,” Colin said, and he had stopped running his nails down Tommy’s chest and petted him with an open hand. “Could you take fingers? Have you done that?” Tommy swallowed, and then answered in a quiet voice.
“Only to myself.” That made Colin laugh, and he got up and stripped. He had a nice body, and Tommy felt reassured, like his first time that wasn’t just sloppy blowjobs was going to be okay. He was still a little fucked up, just enough to blur the edges, and he spread his legs when Colin got out the lube. “Do you still want my hands up?”
“You can put them down,” he said, and Tommy did as he was told, gripping the sheets as Colin rubbed over his hole, his other hand on Tommy’s thigh. Tommy knew that he should breath deep-he had learned that from a book he read-and he was ready when Colin pushed a finger inside. “Good boy,” Colin said again. “So sweet and good for me. This is why you stayed behind, isn’t it?” Tommy nodded, knowing it was true. He could see the lights from the carnival as they blinked against the only window in Colin’s trailer, and he didn’t flinch when he felt a second finger.
Then Colin wrapped a big, calloused hand around his hard on, and Tommy arched into it, gripping the sheets tighter. Colin didn’t rush, but slowly jerked him in time with his fingers moving in and out. Tommy closed his eyes and he felt like he could still see the lights under his eyelids as he felt his orgasm build. When he came, he opened his eyes and looked at Colin, who was watching him so intently that Tommy wanted to squirm away from it. “Easy, easy. Good boy.” And Colin leaned in for a kiss. “That’s right,” he said against Tommy’s lips. “Now be good for me some more.”
Tommy wasn’t quite ready for Colin to straddle his shoulders, his cock right in Tommy’s face, but he didn’t object, licking and sucking at Colin’s cock, trying to make it good even though he’d never tried it at this angle before. Colin wasn’t as demanding this time, letting him go at his own pace until he grunted and moved back. Tommy watched as Colin came on his chest and shoulders, only getting him once his on his cheek. Colin got off him then, and lay next to him, curled in Tommy’s direction but not touching. Tommy didn’t try to cuddle him, feeling he’d be breaking some unspoken rule.
A minute later Colin got up, and he could hear him at the sink before he came back with a washcloth. He cleaned Tommy off in a detached, efficient way, and Tommy shivered both from the cold cloth and the feeling that he might have been used. Then he looked up at Colin, who was already pulling his shirt on. “We’ve got to go soon. I have to load up.”
Tommy found his voice. “Okay,” he said, sitting up and wincing-his ass was a little sore now. “Um, thanks.” Colin looked at him then, and smiled at him. Tommy smiled back, glad to be seen after Colin’s moments of coldness. He got up and dressed, both of them silent. Tommy felt good despite the soreness, and he was almost sober now. He could walk home if he had to-he was pretty sure the buses weren’t running now.
“Hey,” Colin said, touching his arm. “Do you need money?” Tommy was shocked to the point of not being able to say anything when Colin got a twenty out of his pocket. “I mean, just to get home. Take a cab, don’t go out this late and get hurt.” Tommy looked at him, and slowly he took the money. “That’s it. Use my phone and call a cab. And you didn’t have to thank me.”
Tommy did as he was told, and stood there for a minute feeling awkward and out of his depth. Colin reached for him, and the hug was brief, Colin rubbing his hand down Tommy’s back. Then he stepped back, and Tommy left, the wind biting through his hoodie again as he went towards the exit to wait for his cab. As he walked, the rides were coming down and the lights of the carnival slowly went out.