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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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“What’s the legal age here?” Thom called from the bathroom, where he was searching for hand lotion. Beck replied with some half-assed expletive, because he didn’t look that young, did he, and Thom grinned cheekily on his return, “Just making sure.”
Over in the trailer the Greenwoods shared with Thom, Ed and Nigel were trying to get Jonny to drink. “Fuck off,” Colin snickered into his beer, playfully pushing Ed aside, “If he doesn’t want to, then he doesn’t want to.”
“I want to,” Jonny assured his brother, “just not immediately right now.”
Even Phil chuckled at that; it was such an obvious lie of courtesy. Colin lifted his drink for another sip when Jonny asked, “Where’s Thom?”
Colin coughed, nearly spitting his beer; Nigel looked innocently away.
“Thom—ah—” Colin said, now scratching the back of his neck, “—is occupied. At the moment.”
Now Phil coughed; Colin and Ed exchanged glances. Jonny looked around, aware he was on the outside of something. “Occupied how?” he asked.
“Bollocks, already?” Ed asked, “You sure?”
Colin nodded, slowly taking a drink. “Third act. American bloke, you know, the hair—”
“Not bad, him,” Nigel said, referring to Beck’s music.
Jonny looked from Nigel to Phil to Colin. He leaned close to his brother and whispered, “What do you mean, what’s Thom doing?”
Colin’s expression was visibly pained, and he pressed his lips together, thinking of how to handle this. He patted Jonny amicably on the back. “Just…” he said, inwardly evaluating each word, “getting to know other singers.”
Jonny nodded slowly, somehow uneasy, because he could tell Colin was protecting him from something.
“Thom’s fucking the third act, Jon,” Ed laughed, tapping his cigarette into an empty beer can. Colin hit him hard on the shoulder. “Would you shut up…!”
Jonny looked up so fast his hair bounced, expression frozen in a moment of morbid understanding. Colin shook his head slowly at Ed.
“They were just snogging, you twat.”
“Thom was snogging the third act?”
Colin hung his head in defeat. “Yes, Jonathan. Thom was snogging the third act.”
“Thom snogs a lot of people,” Nigel offered hopefully, but piped down after a murderous glance from Colin.
“Like who?” Jonny asked, and when no one said anything more, he turned his head to his brother for help. “Like who?”
Colin looked directly at Ed, one finger pointing as he mouthed, “Shut. Up.” He could tell Ed was about to have a field day telling Jonny exactly what Colin and Thom had got up to. He turned to Jonny and said reassuringly, “Thom doesn’t snog a lot of people.”
Jonny went quiet, unsure as to why exactly the conversation had made him uncomfortable.
***
Beck was very quiet while he watched Thom work. It was too late to say never mind, I actually don’t want to do this; his fate was sealed. He was going to have sex with another dude, and that was how he would go down in history, and every time after that anyone would ask him if he ever got with another guy, he would have to answer yes.
Even if Thom hadn’t done this before, he still was very gentle. He wanted to make it not hurt. He’d slicked the lotion on his fingers and had touched Beck very slowly, looking up from between his thighs, and it was quite obvious then that one of his eyes was weird. Thom was self-conscious about it, he’d covered it partly with his hair while on stage, but it wasn’t bad. Somehow, even with the weird eye, Thom was pleasant to look at.
Either way, Beck didn’t think about that for long, because after that Thom had gradually slid his finger inside him. It was the sort of thing that seemed wrong regardless of whether or not it felt good, and Beck was aware once again that he’d already agreed to this and couldn’t very well back out.
“Does it hurt?” Thom asked, and Beck shook his head. He was now certain this was the sort of thing you really needed to be drunk to do, because having your legs spread like that and having another dude between them, touching you there, wasn’t something you could ever justify doing sober. Was it?
Thom wasn’t bothered. Maybe it was the joint, he was softly singing while he did it—maybe singing to Beck, maybe to himself; “They love me like I was a brother…”
Beck blinked with subdued curiosity, deceptively angelic; Thom’s voice was really very nice. Their eyes met, Beck’s breath coming in silent, hitched expiration as Thom gently stroked him from inside, voice very soft, still singing—
It wasn’t one of the songs Radiohead had performed that night; Beck hadn’t heard it before. Thom still was singing when he’d climbed up on the sofa between Beck’s thighs, kissing him slowly, finger still moving inside. Gradually, Beck's long arms came around Thom, and he buried his head in his neck, sucking at his skin before he'd realized he was doing so. He wanted it.
Thom had a harder time keeping his voice steady then; he faltered, fighting for composure as he sang. It was Beck’s hand that came on Thom’s member, they struggled clumsily with the lotion, getting it on both their abdomens and thighs, and also the couch, Beck still having at Thom’s neck; Thom still was singing when Beck felt the wet tip of his member just outside his entrance, his voice issued in gentle, hushed tones, lips only inches from Beck's, eyes fluttering—
His voice broke when he moved in; they both went silent after that. They remained frozen for several moments, very close together, Thom’s hands struggling for support on whatever free space there was on the couch.
“Fuck me, that’s nice—”
Thom muttered, slowly moving in the rest of the way, and Beck gazed helplessly up from over his shoulder, because nice wasn’t exactly how he would put it.
It wasn’t not nice. It wasn’t as painful as he had expected, but it wasn’t exactly good. He felt oddly vulnerable.
But he also was curious— the way Thom’s expression went in a sort of awe, it must have been something different from how it was with a woman. It made Beck wonder.
“What’s it like?” he asked, and Thom’s voice came a little strained. “Tight,” he said, “Brilliant.”
He moved in closer, Beck could hear him breathe; his arms came around Thom’s shoulders. It wasn’t really a position he’d been in before. The first thing he became distinctly aware of was how into it Thom had got— that is, as much as he probably wanted to be gentle and take Beck’s feelings into account—as much as he visibly tried to go slowly— it became apparent he was fighting to hold himself back, that he really wanted to go faster, that it must really have been very good.
It wasn’t a comfortable position. Their limbs were all over the place, there wasn’t enough room on the couch, Beck’s thighs were sore; but gradually, he started to think there was actually something nice about having another guy inside you. God, that sounded so bad. He would write a song about it, and everyone he knew would make fun of him, no matter how ironic he’d be.
***
Jonny didn’t ask Colin if he thought Thom would be back that night. They said just snogging, but it had got late, and Jonny wondered if it was normal to snog people you didn’t really know. He’d always felt a bit of an outsider, playing in his big brother’s band. He remembered now who the third act had been, vaguely, and wondered at what point Thom decided he needed to go off and snog him.
Is that what people did? Did Jonny just not know? He stayed up till it didn’t make sense to be up any later, because they had another show to do the next day, and if you played your guitar that late into the night, people could get sore.
“Go to sleep, Jonny,” Colin’s voice came sleepily from the bed nearby, and Jonny stopped playing, hands frozen in place on his telecaster. He wanted to say something, but the words never came— so he finally put his guitar away, feeling inexplicably hollow.
(On to chapter 5)
A/N: You shouldn't really use lotion for that; they didn't know any better.
Song: Nice Dream by Radiohead (The Bends 1995)
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