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Thom/Beck	By : VinylTap Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Radiohead Views: 2950 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know Beck or any of the members of Radiohead. This story is a work of fiction, and I make no money or profit from it.

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“I’m proper about it?” Jonny asked, hand still on Thom’s member, lips moving just at the head. Thom’s fingers brushed through his hair.
His eyebrows quirked, as though in compassion; “That’s well nice, don’t stop.”
Jonny continued for a few moments more before turning to Beck for help— because his brother wasn’t there.
“What’s he mean, I’m proper?”
It took Beck time to think this out. “I think he means you’re not being—you know—dirty.”
It felt ridiculous even as he said so; Beck found he couldn’t take his eyes off what Jonny was doing. Jonny regarded him with obvious confusion from under the swing of his hair, liquid glistening in a thin stream from his lip to the member below.
“How’s this not dirty?” he asked with such straightforward innocence that both Beck and Thom laughed, which only frustrated him more.
“You’ve stopped again,” Thom said, still smiling. Still trying to brush back Jonny’s hair, because it kept slipping through his fingers and bouncing back in Jonny’s face.
Jonny dutifully took the member back in his mouth, not removing his gaze from Thom, as to see if he were doing better. He had a way with his hands, he was very gentle, and Thom couldn’t tell whether he’d done it before. He thought of Jonny’s fingers on his tele, meticulous, almost too long for the frets— and it occurred to him Jonny didn’t know when he was dirty with his guitar, either.
“I’d like to see you do it, too,” Thom said to Beck, tilting his chin in his direction.
Beck was taken off guard, clearly unprepared. He’d been aware the time may well come that this were expected of him, but hadn’t managed to ready himself.
Jonny appeared offended. “You don’t like it?” he asked.
“I like it,” Thom laughed, his hand tender against Jonny’s cheek. He’d given up on his hair, which had swung forth entirely and covered his eyes, “Come here,” he said, “kiss me.” He tilted Jonny’s chin a bit upward, “It’s well nice, very dirty.” He could tell Jonny was dissatisfied even despite his attempts at reassurance.
Distinctly different from Colin.
Should’ve asked him to join as well… Coz hadn’t been anywhere near drunk enough, had he— Thom still remembered his murderous glare, Thomas, I’ll kill you¸ he already envisioned the begging he’d have to do the next day to redeem himself. Just a bit of fun, Cozzer, got him back to you in proper form, haven’t I?
He chuckled at the thought of telling Colin deliberately what they’d done, just to rile him up, would be well worth a laugh— he’d not do it, really. Wouldn’t be fair to Jon.
He had to remind himself to be much gentler with Jonny than he usually were with his mates— Jonny got weirdly defensive, Thom got the feeling he wasn’t quite free to horse around with him as he were with the others. He took stuff personally. He was always somehow dissatisfied.
If Thom hadn’t been so stubbornly self-absorbed, he’d understand easily it were the burden of being in love, and while you’d think that having gone through it, himself, would make him more empathic, it’s really just so much easier to pretend you know nothing about it.
Thom wasn’t cruel, was he? He was so nice to Jonny, he kissed him so gently, told him he’d done it quite well. Fond, but not in love.
Jonny liked how he kissed him. Thom took his face with both hands, having slowly at his lips, tasting him; it made Beck impatient. He wasn’t quite sure how to go about doing it, having certainly watched it before when it was done to him, and in pornos, but this was something different; despite his reluctance, part of him wanted to—
Thom’s member still was wet from when Jonny had at it before, Thom was fingering it slowly, absently while he and Jonny kissed. Beck watched a bit longer before nearing a little toward them, carefully parting Thom’s thighs so he could move in-between.
Thom’s voice came low in acknowledgement, he still was kissing Jonny, helpfully sliding his legs apart— and Beck slowly knelt on his knees, brushing his hair behind one ear.
Thom and Jonny slowly broke their kiss as both turned to observe him, questioning, curious;
“Your first time,” Thom said, a smile playing on his lips.
“Yeah,” Beck replied. His long fingers closed slowly around the hard member, he tasted it tentatively.
Jonny turned his head at Thom’s intake of breath; Thom’s voice came strained, his hand raked carefully through Beck’s hair. “That nice?” he asked, brushing back the strands so he could see.
Beck didn’t respond. Eyes still fixed on the member, he drew away his mouth, the fluid glistening clear on his lips; he reached again to lap at it with his tongue. He didn’t say whether or not it was nice, but after a pause he went back to licking at it, breath coming fast through his nose, hair falling, one hand on Thom’s thigh.
“Fuck,” Thom whispered, gently smoothing his hair, and Jonny flushed before he realized he was really watching— he hadn’t told Thom, but it got him hard. Then Thom was kissing Jonny, murmuring to him incoherently, mouthing obscene things and broken words, his hand at Jonny’s trousers, “You’d let me fuck you, won't you, Jon?”
So you’ve not forgotten.
Ever since Thom had said it to Colin before, so casually, in passing, because I wanna fuck your ickle baby brother—
—ever since then, Jonny had wondered if it weren’t some drunk thing, if it weren’t something Thom only said to rile Colin up— if Thom understood how Jonny prepared himself in case they were only words of ridicule, because they held promises too cruel to withhold—
They still could be words of ridicule now. “Do you want to?” Jonny asked, very softly, aware his heart had gone fast with the significance of what he had asked.
Thom’s laugh came low and knowing. His eyes slowly opened, he regarded Jonny with something like mischief, adventure, before he’d ever spoken it aloud, you and me—
“You do it to me, Jonny,” he said.
Whatever Jonny might have said after that never came; that he wasn’t ready for this was clear, but he really struggled to figure out if Thom was having a laugh. His mouth remained frozen for several moments as he tried to evaluate Thom’s expression.
What if he'd meant it, and if Jonny had said the wrong thing, made the wrong move, Thom would back out—
But before Jonny could ask, Beck suddenly spoke—
“I thought I was doing it to you,” he said, and Jonny watched in horror as Thom’s expression went to obvious amusement, because clearly he hadn’t expected Beck to want it enough to remind him—
“You are doing it,” he assured Beck with a smile, one hand ruffling his hair.
“I—want to do it—”
The words came before Jonny could stop them, he felt his face go hot from his neck to his ears— but he insisted despite it, brain going blank, trying to tell himself they’re drunk, they’re both drunk, they won’t remember this later—
He watched Thom defiantly, breath hitched, prepared for whatever remark he might have to fight in retaliation.
Thom regarded Jonny, then Beck, expression unreadable. “Blimey,” he said, “you both fancy it?”
Beck stared back, doe-eyed and childlike. Then he snickered, “Yeah, don’t let it go to your head, you started this.”
“Wasn’t saying I hadn’t. Just, getting it from two blokes…”
“Your fault, too,” Jonny piped up, suddenly brave. “You said, I want you and I want you,” he pointed out in the air as he spoke, in imitation of Thom’s gestures from earlier.
“That what I said?” Thom cocked his head, and Jonny froze in place, embarrassed that it had meant enough for him to remember.
“That is what he said,” Beck confirmed, one finger pointed at Thom, “That is what you said.”
“We’ll go back to playing harmonica,” Jonny warned, inwardly fascinated by his own courage. Stupid, stupid…! What if Thom resigned and decided to forget the whole thing? Just don’t say any more…!
“You’ll go back to playing harmonica?” Thom laughed, incredulous, adorably hurt.
“Yeah,” Beck grinned, cutely excited about the idea, “we’ll just… go play harmonica together, and to hell with you.”
Thom stretched slowly backward, leaning into Jonny, whose arm still lay around his shoulders. “Sounds like trouble,” he murmured into his hands as he rubbed at his face. “Best let you lot both…have a go…”
(On to chapter 14)
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