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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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Once he’d got over the fact they were being totally gay, Beck had realized Thom was actually quite gentle. You wouldn’t think so at first, because he didn’t go slow and he wasn’t particularly patient, but he was quite good, and more attentive than some of the girls Beck had been with. It occurred to him Thom was really a sensitive guy beneath the tacky clothes and atrocious bleached hair.
When they’d got each other completely naked, they surveyed each other with quiet curiosity, both beyond the point of trying to hide their arousal. “So let’s do this,” Beck said, so serious it was almost innocent, and Thom gave him an amused glance. He didn’t say anything, but Beck felt the need to justify himself. “You said you wanted to…”
“Never said that,” was the reply, but he may as well have.
They were quiet enough that voices somewhere outside could be heard, people walking some distance away, tones rising and falling in pitch—
“So you want to now,” Thom asked, because he wanted to hear him say it.
Beck regarded him silently, frustrated, part of him wishing to tell Thom to go back to what he was doing before, part of him wanting to get him back by kicking him out of his trailer without any clothes on. He stayed serious.
“Yeah, I… I want to now.”
Thom’s mouth stretched slowly into a triumphant grin. “All right then—fag,” he said, imitating Beck's slang from before. He didn’t make him suffer beyond that, though, he still was laughing boyishly when he took his naked member in his hand.
Beck was well endowed. whether or not Thom was into blokes, it felt very nice to hold, he stroked him slowly as he backed up on the couch so he could lean over and take him in his mouth more properly. Beck felt he should say something, ask him to stop or hold back, but it wouldn’t make sense now— the fact that he was completely hard in another guy’s hand said far more than any protest he might make about presumably not wanting it.
When he could tell Thom was about to take him in his mouth, Beck didn’t tell him it was gay. He didn’t ask him to stop or say he was uncomfortable, because Thom was so close, and it didn’t matter that he was a dude, and Beck just really, really wanted him to do it.
He stared with liquid eyes, lips slightly parted, almost mouthing go on. He gripped hard at the upholstery when Thom went on, eyes fluttering shut, mouthing silent profanities, because Thom was better at that than any girl Beck had been with, too.
“Fuck, you’ve done this before—” he muttered, and Thom took him out long enough to murmur back, “Maybe I have.”
Beck reached toward him and trailed his thumb just along Thom’s lower lip, it was wet and hot with humid expiration, and Thom flicked his tongue against it, the slut—
It was hot. There was no denying that. It was hot, and Thom was hot when he did it, Beck slid his thumb in past his lips, and Thom sucked on it slowly, and Beck had realized he wasn’t quite so opposed to going all the way with another bloke as he’d believed earlier on. At that moment, he thought he could slam Thom against the wall and have at him from behind, even if he wasn’t exactly sure how you did that with another dude. He’d pressed his thumb in almost too hard, almost making him gag, but Thom gently pulled the digit out from his mouth; it trailed out glittering slick with fluid, and Thom coughed a little, and he only murmured, “Easy—” before going back to having at his member.
“You’re really good—” Beck chuckled, and it came with a kind of incredulity, like it was something too absurd for him to believe; and Thom only hummed in response, but it seemed like he was smiling, and he made it look like he was enjoying it, too—
Beck couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so turned on. There were games you played where he grew up, you’d hold your thumb and forefinger together in front of your trousers and say huevos, which meant eggs, which meant balls—and if your buddy looked before you finished saying it, it meant he was gay.
But this was nothing like that. This wasn’t ridiculous or stupid or funny, this was hot as fuck. It was frightfully profane; Beck held Thom’s hair back so he could better see the way he took him in his mouth, how the fluid glistened clear out from his lips and slowly to his chin from there; he really made it look so good, if Beck wasn’t going to kill him if he stopped, he’d ask if he could have a go at Thom as well, to see what it was like.
“Is that good,” he heard himself ask, with what sounded to him like genuine curiosity, and Thom’s blue eyes rolled to look back at him; he didn't say anything but slowly pulled the member out of his mouth, hand still stroking, obscenely wet sounds issuing forth— and climbed up farther along Beck’s abdomen and chest, proceeding to kiss him very slowly.
He took his time having at his mouth, tongue sliding carefully in as to give Beck a good taste of exactly what it was like. Before he fully understood what he was doing, Beck was kissing back hungrily, both hands gripping Thom’s face, not questioning why he thought he tasted so good.
Before he knew it, he was practically devouring him, he was murmuring incoherently between kisses, asking Thom to do dirty things, not listening when Thom whispered things back—
When Thom pressed him down on the couch, he let him, because Thom went back to having at his member then, and Beck didn’t even realize when he’d stopped doing that and began lapping at his entrance instead, because that felt really good, too—
Thom still had him in his hand, still stroking, but what felt really nice was that he’d slid his tongue slowly inside him—and Beck had no idea that’s what was happening until it was in all the way, and he panicked, but he didn’t want Thom to stop doing that, either. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was aware what it meant— that it was a preamble to something else, and just where it meant he would be in going all the way with another bloke— but he could find neither his voice nor the motivation to protest. The betraying words came before he could consciously stop them, keep going and faster and please, please don’t stop—
He didn’t care if he was being loud. Maybe people could hear him outside the trailer when he came, how he muttered long, incoherent profanities; maybe he gripped too hard at Thom’s hair, maybe he got his couch stained , the fluid trailed hot along the other boy’s fingers and down to Beck’s thighs from there— and before Beck could properly come to his senses, wet digits shoved gracelessly into his mouth, getting his lips wet, and his chin, and the side of his face—
He was tired, he was still catching his breath, but Thom regarded him with vast amusement, lips colored red with the after-effect of exertion and chin wet from before. He watched Beck quietly as he fucked his mouth with his fingers, voice low as he said only the single word,
Suck—
Exhausted and oddly submissive, Beck did, unsure of why he really wanted to do this, unsure of how he knew on his own to be careful with his teeth; but Thom was very gentle with him after that, kissing him very slowly even with the fingers still in his mouth. He pulled them out carefully, and soon after that he was stroking him from outside his entrance again, speaking compassionately like you would to a child, telling him how they’d need something, like lotion.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Beck felt himself revert back to no way in hell mode. But Thom was slowly kissing his neck, expertly, empathically asking with what sounded an awful lot like innocence whether he’d not earned it, whether he’d not been good at sucking his cock, and whatever weak protests Beck might have made never came; he could feel Thom’s hot member slide wetly against his own abdomen, he knew he was hard—
“I’m not drunk enough to do this,” he whispered, tilting his head back so Thom could kiss him more properly, and Thom chuckled, breath coming hot at the skin of his neck, telling him he doesn’t need to be drunk. Beck said that Thom had never done this before, and wouldn't know what to do— and Thom promised Beck could do it to him instead if he didn't do it right.
It sounded fair.
It took a long time for Beck to consider before he finally agreed. “Right, there’s hand lotion in the bathroom,” he said, sinking tiredly into the cushions when he felt Thom’s slender body rise from above him.
(On to chapter 4)
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