Fic: Lives Are For Living. (17/35)
Title Lives Are For Living. (17/35)
Fandoms Torchwood/Being Human crossover fic.
Characters/pairings Andy Davidson/Tom McNair. Other Torchwood and Being Human characters will appear later on.
Word count: This part 3100 (Total posted 37,500 /65,000)
Rating This part adult (adult over all)
Contains Mentions of depression/anxiety. Mentions of past canon major character death. Mention of minor character death - not canon. In later parts canon level violence, graphic sex, Andy's homophobic mother. Spoilers for Being Human (UK version) up to series 5 episode 3, and for Torchwood up to Children of Earth.
A/N: Crossover with Being Human. Technically a CoE fix it as it's set in the same 'verse as Finding Ways To Smile Again (although that isn't apparent until about 2/3 the way through the story). Follows on from Break and Breakaway from Tom McNair's POV - which is where it breaks from Being Human canon.
Summary
After being pushed out of the police force following the events of Children of Earth, Andy Davidson tries to build a new life for himself in the deep in the Welsh countryside.
Tom McNair walked out off his old life after realising it wasn't what he needed.
A chance meeting would take their lives in directions that they had never expected and bring them love that they'd not thought they'd find.
Starts here: http://the-silver-sun.livejournal.com/214504.html
A sharp crack of lightning followed almost immediately by the deep rumble of thunder woke Andy from where he'd fallen asleep, reading and waiting for Tom to return. Lying in bed, he could hear to the rain hammering against the slate roof and the wind rushing over the top of the chimney. Outside, another flash of lightening lit up the farmyard, the cobbled surface looking more like a pond than a somewhere he'd sat with Tom just a few hours earlier.
Tom. Andy got up and looked into the living room; it was silent and empty. Returning to his room, he peered out into the rain soaked night. Surely Tom wouldn't still be in his tent in weather like this? Yet where else would he go if not to the house?
Worry gnawed at him. Had he even got back from his walk? Why had he not asked him where he was going or when he'd be back? Every worse case scenario suddenly felt a hundred times more likely than him just having decided to shelter in the barn rather than come in late and wake him. Knowing that there was no chance of getting back to sleep while Tom's whereabouts were unknown, Andy put on his boots, picked up a torch from the shelf next to the door and went out into the night.
The rain was torrential and Andy was soaked to the skin before he'd even got a dozen paces from the door. There was no sign of Tom in the barn and Andy tried, mostly unsuccessfully, to push down the fear that something was terribly wrong. The knowledge that Tom was used to being outdoors and was probably better prepared for any eventuality of the weather than just about anyone he knew didn't help in the slightest. The torch flickered, as he went back out into the rain, its light not going as far as he would have liked as he carefully made his way down the slippery stone paved path to where Tom had pitched his tent.
“Tom!” Andy called out as he looked around. Blinking the cascading water ineffectually from eyes, he shouted again. “Tom, where are you!”
The hollow where Tom's tent had been glinted in the torchlight, water standing a couple of inches deep across it. Running forward, something caught round Andy ankle, nearly tripping and he gave startled yell and he stumbled back. Heart hammering in his chest, he looked down to find that what had tripped him had been one of the guide ropes for Tom's tent. There was no sign of Tom though, the tent seeming to collapsed at some point earlier in the night, and which was now lying in an empty and forlorn heap in the rain and mud.
Shining the torch into the rain-soaked night Andy looked around wildly, panic threatening to engulf him. Where could he be? What if lost his way coming back to the farm? Or if he'd slipped and fallen? He could be hurt and the water was deep enough in places that if he was lying face first he could have… Andy closed his eyes, a shiver running through him. He remembered all too clearly an incident he'd been called to when he'd barely been on the force six months. A rough sleeper who had a reputation as being an alcoholic had been found dead in the gutter, after apparently having fallen into a drunken stupor during a thunderstorm. The water had been barely six inches deep. It was hardly the same, but it fuel the fear none the less.
"Tom!" he called out again, hurrying as fast as he could in the gloom, water swirling round his feet as he headed for the trees that ran at the foot of the slope. "Tom, are you out here?"
“I'm 'ere,” Tom called out as he got up from where he'd been sitting beneath a tree. Wearing nothing apart from his underwear and his tatty, ancient waxed jacket, he still looked like the best sight Andy had ever seen.
Feeling weak with relief, Andy rushed across the last few feet that separated them and wrapped his arms around him. He could deal with any awkwardness later, he told himself, right now he needed to know that he was real, alive and safe if he was going to stop shivering any time soon.
Tom froze for a moment, then hugged him back, holding him close long past the point where Andy thought he'd let go. “What you doing out here?” Tom asked eventually, relaxing his grip but not letting go entirely. “It's a right rotten night.”
“Looking for you,” Andy said, glad that yet another rumble of thunder helped to hide how much his voice shook. “Come on. Let's get back to the house.”
Slipping and sliding on mud and wet cobbles, Andy's torch having finally given up under the torrential onslaught of the rain, they eventually made it back along the track to the farmhouse. The living room was in darkness when Andy opened the door and flicking the light switch did nothing to solve it. Hoping that it was just water having tripped the fuse box, rather than any having got into the storage battery for the solar panels and shorted it out, Andy said, “I'll get a candle.”
Feeling his way along the edge of the table, knowing that from there the dresser with its drawers containing candles and matches were just a few more feet, Andy forgot about the rug between the table and the sofa. His foot caught beneath it and for the second time that night, Andy felt himself falling. Reaching for the table and missing, he landed backwards on the floor with an undignified yelp.
“You okay?” Tom asked, moving carefully towards him. “You want a hand getting up?”
“Yeah,” Andy replied, feeling more stupid than anything else, as nothing seemed to hurt. Taking hold his hand after a couple of attempt to find in it the dark, Andy was almost on his feet when Tom tripped on the same edge of the rug he had and pulled them back down.
Having Tom wet, warm, heavy and moving on top of him was too much and Andy bit his lip, all too aware that a certain part of his body was starting to react in a very interested way. “Tom...” Andy began hoping that he wouldn't take offence or be too embarrassed.
“It's alright,” Tom said, a grin growing on his face. “I really like you too. I weren't sure you did, not like that, but I'd hoped and I were going to ask eventually. I'd got it all planned out like, it's what I went out to think about today, how to tell you.”
It was too dark to say their eyes met, but Andy had no doubt that Tom knew what he's doing as he leant down and kissed him. It was eager and just a little bit rough, his obvious inexperience making him clumsy. It was wonderful though as far as Andy was concerned, it was everything he'd hoped for but hadn't dare to ask for out of fear of rejection.
It had been far too long since he'd been with anybody, especially somebody he cared about so much, and while he'd never really expected to end up having sex with Tom on the living room floor, Andy decided he was definitely in favour of the idea right now. He ran a hand down Tom's chest, stopping when he reached his underwear, palming the erection straining against the rain-soaked cotton.
What he hadn't expected was Tom to freeze, a surprised gasp breaking their kiss. “What wrong?” Andy said, brain trying to function through a haze of arousal.
“Nothing, it's just that I ain't sure what I'm 'sposed to do next. I mean, I sort of know... “ He trailed off sounding embarrassed. “There were this girl, well woman, Allison showed me some stuff on her computer, when we were thinkin' about doing this, but we never did do more an' kiss in the end. An' I don't know what you like doing.”
“You've never...” Andy trailed off, stomach doing a flip that was definitely more nerves than desire. That Tom would be a virgin had never entered his head. Inexperienced, perhaps, but at twenty one he'd assumed that there would have been someone, that he'd have done something. It was more than a little daunting to realise just how much Tom was offering him.
When he'd failed to respond, Tom's face fell, his hands still under Andy's t-shirt falling still. “I've scared you off, ain't I? I've done this all wrong and I shouldn't have said anything about not knowing what I'm doing, you're going to think I'm right rubbish now.”
“No, it's not that,” Andy said quickly, having Tom blaming himself “It's just I've never been with anybody who hasn't, well you know, done it before. Are you really sure you want to do this? I mean here, now, with me.”
“Of course I want it, I've wanted it for ages,” Tom said earnestly. “My dad said I should wait until I found the right one, well he said girl, but I think he meant person. He were always a bit vague about stuff like this. Took me ages to figure of that it weren't real birds and bees he were talkin' about. I'm always doing stuff like that, not getting it. But I get this, get you, so what I'm try to say is that it's you, that you're the right person, the one I've been waiting for. The right one for me. ” He smiled, nervous and eager. “I should probably stop talking now, 'cause I'm making a right idiot of myself here, ain't I?”
“No, you're not. Not an idiot, never that,” Andy said kissing again him before Tom could start putting himself down any more. He wasn't sure Tom ever saw what he was doing as that, but he still didn't like to have to hear it. “I think we should get up, get into bed.”
“Yeah, that's probably better than here on the floor, it ain't right comfortable, is it?”
Finding their way to the bedroom without tripping over anything else, Andy lit the candle in the lantern on the bedside table, a left over from before he got the generator running reliably.
With their wet clothes left in a pile on the floor, they climbed onto the bed. It still wasn't Hollywood romance perfect, Andy thought, but the ancient cottage, the flickering candlelight and them safe and warm inside from the storm raging overhead, would, he hoped, be more memorable that his own first time; a drunken fumble on a friend's sofa after spending the evening celebrating not failing his A-levels.
“So are we going to do it now?” Tom asked, eagerly, moving closer to him.“I was thinking we do what you liked best and we can see if I like it too?”
“I don't know,” Andy said doubtfully, torn between what he'd like and making tonight as good for Tom as he could. Giving him a blowjob would work, but what could Tom do back? He didn't think Tom would go for it being a one way thing. Nor did it seem fair to expect him to return the favour, not when his own first experience of that had been stunningly awkward and embarrassing for both parties as they'd lasted about ten seconds and he'd nearly ended up being sick. Asking him to just use his hand ran the risk of making Tom feel like he didn't trust him to do anything else right. The last thing he wanted to happen tonight was to hurt his feelings.
The best solution was to get Tom to fuck him, Andy decided, feeling the flex of muscles in Tom's thigh, where it was pressed against his. Most young men's expectation was that sex, when they finally got some, was going to involve part of their anatomy going into somebody else and fun things happening all round. It was probably fair to assume, Andy thought, that Tom's would be too. It had nothing to do with the fantasy of Tom, with all that lean, hard muscle from a life on the move and weeks of hard physical work, screwing him through the mattress that had been the subject of a couple of very pleasurable dreams. Not at all.
“Well what's the other choice?” Tom said when he hadn't answered, sounding rather frustrated. “Try something you don't like and see if I do? 'cause that sounds right daft.”
Put that way it really was, Andy though as he laughed and rolled on top of him, kissing him. “I want you to have sex with me.”
“I know that, but how do you want...Oh you mean back there,” Tom said flushing slightly and running his hand down Andy's back.
Relief that he wasn't about to have to explain the concept of anal sex to Tom, really didn't cover it, Andy thought, as he nodded.
“I looked it up you know, after I pretended to be Hal's boyfriend. It got me thinkin' about things, about what kind of things people did, if they were both men and...” Tom said, face flushing even more. “There were videos an' everything. But I never had the sound on, 'cause I didn't want Annie to hear and come in and see me, well you know, so I don't know if I missed owt important.”
“That's nice, thinking of doing it, of looking it up I mean,” Andy said, the idea of Tom who was so easily embarrassed by anything to do with sex actually looking at porn, leaving him both flustered, and if possible, even more turned on. Glad to have a distraction, Andy rolled off him to locate condoms and lube in the bedside cupboard.
Handing Tom the condoms, Andy took a few moments to work some lube into himself. He'd get Tom to do it some other time he told himself, as right now if it were Tom doing it he doubted he'd be able to hold back long enough until he was inside him. Then, taking pity on Tom who'd managed to mangle the foil packet on the first condom he'd tried to open, got one open for him.
“Let me,” Andy said, removing it from the foil. Received a relief nod and smile from Tom, he'd leant forwards and kissed him, while carefully rolling it on.
“How do you want me to do it?” Tom asked, managing to sound eager and self-conscious at the same time, once Andy had added some extra lube to the condom.
“It's probably best if I kneel on the bed with you behind me,” Andy said. They could try something more bendy once they were a bit more familiar which what they liked and his ribs were fully healed, he decided, getting into position. Not that his ribs were really giving him any trouble now, but leaving it another week or two before really pushing them wouldn't be a bad idea.
“Right then, here goes,” Tom said moving behind him. Steadying himself with one hand against Andy's hip and the other holding the end of condom in place, he thrust in hard.
It was too much, too fast and Andy gasped, eyes watering.“Tom, stop a minute.”
Tom froze and rubbed his hand across Andy's back. “Did I do it wrong?” he asked, sounding scared. “I've not hurt you have I? Do you want me to try it again or something?”
Andy closed his eyes and took a deep breath, willing his body to adjust to the feeling of Tom inside him. It had been a long time since he'd last done this and his body was telling him a little more prep might not have been a bad idea. The desire for Tom was still there though and with the discomfort thankfully rapidly starting to fade, Andy said, “I'm okay. It was just a bit too quick, that's all.”
“Are you sure I didn't hurt you?” Tom asked again, voice sounding strained from holding back. “I don't wanna hurt you.”
“I'm alright.” Andy took another breath, then taking hold of Tom's hand which had been on his back brought it round to his cock. Curling his fingers over Tom's, he said, “Just move with me for now, you'll know when I can take more.”
Tom leant forwards and kissed his back. “Alright, just tell me if I start getting it wrong again.”
What Tom lacked in experience he more than made up for in enthusiasm, strength and stamina, Andy thought a few minutes later as he twisted his fingers into the bed covers, seeking purchase. He was going to feel it in the morning he was sure, his thigh and stomach muscles were already starting to protest from the strain, but he felt so high on life he couldn't bring himself to care. They were past the point where discomfort was registering, everything was sensation, the need for harder, faster and more, oh hell yes more, overwhelming everything else.
Desperate to come, Andy pushed back against him, until his knee slipped on the covers. The change of angle, the shift of sensations was enough to push him over the edge. Panting and trembling from exertion, Andy let himself topple forwards on the bed, as he shuddered through his climax. Behind him Tom's movements became erratically until he came as well, fingers digging into his hips, teeth biting into his shoulder hard enough to bruise.
Breathless, sticky and feeling pleasantly well used, Andy lay still enjoying the closeness of having Tom draped across his back, the rush of his breath against his neck and the tickle of the wet, sloppy kisses he was planting across his shoulders.
There was a slight twinge of discomfort when Tom pulled out so he could dispose of the condom, but all in all, Andy decided as he rolled over so that he could see Tom again, it had been a pretty spectacular night.
“That were amazin'” Tom said lying back down, facing him. Propping himself up on one elbow, looked at him with tired, happy smile on his face. “I'm so glad I waited until it were with you.”
There wasn't anything Andy found he could say to that. Certainly nothing that wasn't going to end up being ridiculously sappy or emotional, so he pulled him close and kissed him instead, letting it convey more than he could ever put into words about just how much he'd come to love him.
Part 18 http://the-silver-sun.livejournal.com/222160.html
Fandoms Torchwood/Being Human crossover fic.
Characters/pairings Andy Davidson/Tom McNair. Other Torchwood and Being Human characters will appear later on.
Word count: This part 3100 (Total posted 37,500 /65,000)
Rating This part adult (adult over all)
Contains Mentions of depression/anxiety. Mentions of past canon major character death. Mention of minor character death - not canon. In later parts canon level violence, graphic sex, Andy's homophobic mother. Spoilers for Being Human (UK version) up to series 5 episode 3, and for Torchwood up to Children of Earth.
A/N: Crossover with Being Human. Technically a CoE fix it as it's set in the same 'verse as Finding Ways To Smile Again (although that isn't apparent until about 2/3 the way through the story). Follows on from Break and Breakaway from Tom McNair's POV - which is where it breaks from Being Human canon.
Summary
After being pushed out of the police force following the events of Children of Earth, Andy Davidson tries to build a new life for himself in the deep in the Welsh countryside.
Tom McNair walked out off his old life after realising it wasn't what he needed.
A chance meeting would take their lives in directions that they had never expected and bring them love that they'd not thought they'd find.
Starts here: http://the-silver-sun.livejournal.com/214504.html
A sharp crack of lightning followed almost immediately by the deep rumble of thunder woke Andy from where he'd fallen asleep, reading and waiting for Tom to return. Lying in bed, he could hear to the rain hammering against the slate roof and the wind rushing over the top of the chimney. Outside, another flash of lightening lit up the farmyard, the cobbled surface looking more like a pond than a somewhere he'd sat with Tom just a few hours earlier.
Tom. Andy got up and looked into the living room; it was silent and empty. Returning to his room, he peered out into the rain soaked night. Surely Tom wouldn't still be in his tent in weather like this? Yet where else would he go if not to the house?
Worry gnawed at him. Had he even got back from his walk? Why had he not asked him where he was going or when he'd be back? Every worse case scenario suddenly felt a hundred times more likely than him just having decided to shelter in the barn rather than come in late and wake him. Knowing that there was no chance of getting back to sleep while Tom's whereabouts were unknown, Andy put on his boots, picked up a torch from the shelf next to the door and went out into the night.
The rain was torrential and Andy was soaked to the skin before he'd even got a dozen paces from the door. There was no sign of Tom in the barn and Andy tried, mostly unsuccessfully, to push down the fear that something was terribly wrong. The knowledge that Tom was used to being outdoors and was probably better prepared for any eventuality of the weather than just about anyone he knew didn't help in the slightest. The torch flickered, as he went back out into the rain, its light not going as far as he would have liked as he carefully made his way down the slippery stone paved path to where Tom had pitched his tent.
“Tom!” Andy called out as he looked around. Blinking the cascading water ineffectually from eyes, he shouted again. “Tom, where are you!”
The hollow where Tom's tent had been glinted in the torchlight, water standing a couple of inches deep across it. Running forward, something caught round Andy ankle, nearly tripping and he gave startled yell and he stumbled back. Heart hammering in his chest, he looked down to find that what had tripped him had been one of the guide ropes for Tom's tent. There was no sign of Tom though, the tent seeming to collapsed at some point earlier in the night, and which was now lying in an empty and forlorn heap in the rain and mud.
Shining the torch into the rain-soaked night Andy looked around wildly, panic threatening to engulf him. Where could he be? What if lost his way coming back to the farm? Or if he'd slipped and fallen? He could be hurt and the water was deep enough in places that if he was lying face first he could have… Andy closed his eyes, a shiver running through him. He remembered all too clearly an incident he'd been called to when he'd barely been on the force six months. A rough sleeper who had a reputation as being an alcoholic had been found dead in the gutter, after apparently having fallen into a drunken stupor during a thunderstorm. The water had been barely six inches deep. It was hardly the same, but it fuel the fear none the less.
"Tom!" he called out again, hurrying as fast as he could in the gloom, water swirling round his feet as he headed for the trees that ran at the foot of the slope. "Tom, are you out here?"
“I'm 'ere,” Tom called out as he got up from where he'd been sitting beneath a tree. Wearing nothing apart from his underwear and his tatty, ancient waxed jacket, he still looked like the best sight Andy had ever seen.
Feeling weak with relief, Andy rushed across the last few feet that separated them and wrapped his arms around him. He could deal with any awkwardness later, he told himself, right now he needed to know that he was real, alive and safe if he was going to stop shivering any time soon.
Tom froze for a moment, then hugged him back, holding him close long past the point where Andy thought he'd let go. “What you doing out here?” Tom asked eventually, relaxing his grip but not letting go entirely. “It's a right rotten night.”
“Looking for you,” Andy said, glad that yet another rumble of thunder helped to hide how much his voice shook. “Come on. Let's get back to the house.”
Slipping and sliding on mud and wet cobbles, Andy's torch having finally given up under the torrential onslaught of the rain, they eventually made it back along the track to the farmhouse. The living room was in darkness when Andy opened the door and flicking the light switch did nothing to solve it. Hoping that it was just water having tripped the fuse box, rather than any having got into the storage battery for the solar panels and shorted it out, Andy said, “I'll get a candle.”
Feeling his way along the edge of the table, knowing that from there the dresser with its drawers containing candles and matches were just a few more feet, Andy forgot about the rug between the table and the sofa. His foot caught beneath it and for the second time that night, Andy felt himself falling. Reaching for the table and missing, he landed backwards on the floor with an undignified yelp.
“You okay?” Tom asked, moving carefully towards him. “You want a hand getting up?”
“Yeah,” Andy replied, feeling more stupid than anything else, as nothing seemed to hurt. Taking hold his hand after a couple of attempt to find in it the dark, Andy was almost on his feet when Tom tripped on the same edge of the rug he had and pulled them back down.
Having Tom wet, warm, heavy and moving on top of him was too much and Andy bit his lip, all too aware that a certain part of his body was starting to react in a very interested way. “Tom...” Andy began hoping that he wouldn't take offence or be too embarrassed.
“It's alright,” Tom said, a grin growing on his face. “I really like you too. I weren't sure you did, not like that, but I'd hoped and I were going to ask eventually. I'd got it all planned out like, it's what I went out to think about today, how to tell you.”
It was too dark to say their eyes met, but Andy had no doubt that Tom knew what he's doing as he leant down and kissed him. It was eager and just a little bit rough, his obvious inexperience making him clumsy. It was wonderful though as far as Andy was concerned, it was everything he'd hoped for but hadn't dare to ask for out of fear of rejection.
It had been far too long since he'd been with anybody, especially somebody he cared about so much, and while he'd never really expected to end up having sex with Tom on the living room floor, Andy decided he was definitely in favour of the idea right now. He ran a hand down Tom's chest, stopping when he reached his underwear, palming the erection straining against the rain-soaked cotton.
What he hadn't expected was Tom to freeze, a surprised gasp breaking their kiss. “What wrong?” Andy said, brain trying to function through a haze of arousal.
“Nothing, it's just that I ain't sure what I'm 'sposed to do next. I mean, I sort of know... “ He trailed off sounding embarrassed. “There were this girl, well woman, Allison showed me some stuff on her computer, when we were thinkin' about doing this, but we never did do more an' kiss in the end. An' I don't know what you like doing.”
“You've never...” Andy trailed off, stomach doing a flip that was definitely more nerves than desire. That Tom would be a virgin had never entered his head. Inexperienced, perhaps, but at twenty one he'd assumed that there would have been someone, that he'd have done something. It was more than a little daunting to realise just how much Tom was offering him.
When he'd failed to respond, Tom's face fell, his hands still under Andy's t-shirt falling still. “I've scared you off, ain't I? I've done this all wrong and I shouldn't have said anything about not knowing what I'm doing, you're going to think I'm right rubbish now.”
“No, it's not that,” Andy said quickly, having Tom blaming himself “It's just I've never been with anybody who hasn't, well you know, done it before. Are you really sure you want to do this? I mean here, now, with me.”
“Of course I want it, I've wanted it for ages,” Tom said earnestly. “My dad said I should wait until I found the right one, well he said girl, but I think he meant person. He were always a bit vague about stuff like this. Took me ages to figure of that it weren't real birds and bees he were talkin' about. I'm always doing stuff like that, not getting it. But I get this, get you, so what I'm try to say is that it's you, that you're the right person, the one I've been waiting for. The right one for me. ” He smiled, nervous and eager. “I should probably stop talking now, 'cause I'm making a right idiot of myself here, ain't I?”
“No, you're not. Not an idiot, never that,” Andy said kissing again him before Tom could start putting himself down any more. He wasn't sure Tom ever saw what he was doing as that, but he still didn't like to have to hear it. “I think we should get up, get into bed.”
“Yeah, that's probably better than here on the floor, it ain't right comfortable, is it?”
Finding their way to the bedroom without tripping over anything else, Andy lit the candle in the lantern on the bedside table, a left over from before he got the generator running reliably.
With their wet clothes left in a pile on the floor, they climbed onto the bed. It still wasn't Hollywood romance perfect, Andy thought, but the ancient cottage, the flickering candlelight and them safe and warm inside from the storm raging overhead, would, he hoped, be more memorable that his own first time; a drunken fumble on a friend's sofa after spending the evening celebrating not failing his A-levels.
“So are we going to do it now?” Tom asked, eagerly, moving closer to him.“I was thinking we do what you liked best and we can see if I like it too?”
“I don't know,” Andy said doubtfully, torn between what he'd like and making tonight as good for Tom as he could. Giving him a blowjob would work, but what could Tom do back? He didn't think Tom would go for it being a one way thing. Nor did it seem fair to expect him to return the favour, not when his own first experience of that had been stunningly awkward and embarrassing for both parties as they'd lasted about ten seconds and he'd nearly ended up being sick. Asking him to just use his hand ran the risk of making Tom feel like he didn't trust him to do anything else right. The last thing he wanted to happen tonight was to hurt his feelings.
The best solution was to get Tom to fuck him, Andy decided, feeling the flex of muscles in Tom's thigh, where it was pressed against his. Most young men's expectation was that sex, when they finally got some, was going to involve part of their anatomy going into somebody else and fun things happening all round. It was probably fair to assume, Andy thought, that Tom's would be too. It had nothing to do with the fantasy of Tom, with all that lean, hard muscle from a life on the move and weeks of hard physical work, screwing him through the mattress that had been the subject of a couple of very pleasurable dreams. Not at all.
“Well what's the other choice?” Tom said when he hadn't answered, sounding rather frustrated. “Try something you don't like and see if I do? 'cause that sounds right daft.”
Put that way it really was, Andy though as he laughed and rolled on top of him, kissing him. “I want you to have sex with me.”
“I know that, but how do you want...Oh you mean back there,” Tom said flushing slightly and running his hand down Andy's back.
Relief that he wasn't about to have to explain the concept of anal sex to Tom, really didn't cover it, Andy thought, as he nodded.
“I looked it up you know, after I pretended to be Hal's boyfriend. It got me thinkin' about things, about what kind of things people did, if they were both men and...” Tom said, face flushing even more. “There were videos an' everything. But I never had the sound on, 'cause I didn't want Annie to hear and come in and see me, well you know, so I don't know if I missed owt important.”
“That's nice, thinking of doing it, of looking it up I mean,” Andy said, the idea of Tom who was so easily embarrassed by anything to do with sex actually looking at porn, leaving him both flustered, and if possible, even more turned on. Glad to have a distraction, Andy rolled off him to locate condoms and lube in the bedside cupboard.
Handing Tom the condoms, Andy took a few moments to work some lube into himself. He'd get Tom to do it some other time he told himself, as right now if it were Tom doing it he doubted he'd be able to hold back long enough until he was inside him. Then, taking pity on Tom who'd managed to mangle the foil packet on the first condom he'd tried to open, got one open for him.
“Let me,” Andy said, removing it from the foil. Received a relief nod and smile from Tom, he'd leant forwards and kissed him, while carefully rolling it on.
“How do you want me to do it?” Tom asked, managing to sound eager and self-conscious at the same time, once Andy had added some extra lube to the condom.
“It's probably best if I kneel on the bed with you behind me,” Andy said. They could try something more bendy once they were a bit more familiar which what they liked and his ribs were fully healed, he decided, getting into position. Not that his ribs were really giving him any trouble now, but leaving it another week or two before really pushing them wouldn't be a bad idea.
“Right then, here goes,” Tom said moving behind him. Steadying himself with one hand against Andy's hip and the other holding the end of condom in place, he thrust in hard.
It was too much, too fast and Andy gasped, eyes watering.“Tom, stop a minute.”
Tom froze and rubbed his hand across Andy's back. “Did I do it wrong?” he asked, sounding scared. “I've not hurt you have I? Do you want me to try it again or something?”
Andy closed his eyes and took a deep breath, willing his body to adjust to the feeling of Tom inside him. It had been a long time since he'd last done this and his body was telling him a little more prep might not have been a bad idea. The desire for Tom was still there though and with the discomfort thankfully rapidly starting to fade, Andy said, “I'm okay. It was just a bit too quick, that's all.”
“Are you sure I didn't hurt you?” Tom asked again, voice sounding strained from holding back. “I don't wanna hurt you.”
“I'm alright.” Andy took another breath, then taking hold of Tom's hand which had been on his back brought it round to his cock. Curling his fingers over Tom's, he said, “Just move with me for now, you'll know when I can take more.”
Tom leant forwards and kissed his back. “Alright, just tell me if I start getting it wrong again.”
What Tom lacked in experience he more than made up for in enthusiasm, strength and stamina, Andy thought a few minutes later as he twisted his fingers into the bed covers, seeking purchase. He was going to feel it in the morning he was sure, his thigh and stomach muscles were already starting to protest from the strain, but he felt so high on life he couldn't bring himself to care. They were past the point where discomfort was registering, everything was sensation, the need for harder, faster and more, oh hell yes more, overwhelming everything else.
Desperate to come, Andy pushed back against him, until his knee slipped on the covers. The change of angle, the shift of sensations was enough to push him over the edge. Panting and trembling from exertion, Andy let himself topple forwards on the bed, as he shuddered through his climax. Behind him Tom's movements became erratically until he came as well, fingers digging into his hips, teeth biting into his shoulder hard enough to bruise.
Breathless, sticky and feeling pleasantly well used, Andy lay still enjoying the closeness of having Tom draped across his back, the rush of his breath against his neck and the tickle of the wet, sloppy kisses he was planting across his shoulders.
There was a slight twinge of discomfort when Tom pulled out so he could dispose of the condom, but all in all, Andy decided as he rolled over so that he could see Tom again, it had been a pretty spectacular night.
“That were amazin'” Tom said lying back down, facing him. Propping himself up on one elbow, looked at him with tired, happy smile on his face. “I'm so glad I waited until it were with you.”
There wasn't anything Andy found he could say to that. Certainly nothing that wasn't going to end up being ridiculously sappy or emotional, so he pulled him close and kissed him instead, letting it convey more than he could ever put into words about just how much he'd come to love him.
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