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Black Tie Occasion	By : Voodoohickey Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Thursday Views: 991 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Thursday. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-Black Tie Occasion
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Don't own, didn't happen, all that happy stuff.

Tom pushed open the door, flinging his jacket to the side where it landed neatly on the rack, a practiced maneuver that was a greatly impressive skill. The day had been long and monotonous, and all Tom wanted to do was be home and watch television, maybe cuddle with Geoff for a little while, just to break the stagnancy of a job.
That is, if Geoff hadn’t had other ideas for him.
All the lights in Tom’s apartment had been shut off, and in their stead glowed a multitude of silver taper candles of all different heights dripping wax onto elegant crystal candleholders, positioned beautifully in the middle of a stark, clean count
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There were more candles lit along the short, broad hall, leading a definite path towards his bedroom. Maybe Geoff has some plans tonight, Tom thought, feeling himself grow hard at the thought of what might lay beyond these candles. He extinguished the candles as he went along, not wanting a moment to be ruined by a burning building. With trembling knees he pulled open the door to his bedroom.
Here, too, all the lights were off, save for a small gold lamp with a rose-coloured, smoky glass shade. Geoff was lying in the middle of the bed, naked to the waist, toying idly with something long and flat. Tom went to the bed, his knees trying to buckle. Geoff sat up and came to him instead, no words spoken between them before their mouths joined.
“I missed you, Tom,” Geoff whispered, his hands stroking Tom’s gorgeous, shiny dark hair.
“Oh, God, Geoff,” Tom whispered, running his hands down Geoff’s sides. Geoff’s hands caught Tom’s fingers before they could reach his undone jeans.
“Not yet, love,” Geoff whispered into Tom’s ear. “Just be patient. I have better ideas.” Tom smiled and withdrew; Geoff fixated Tom with frosted blue eyes and a sensual smile. “Lie down.”
Tom did, and Geoff was immediately upon him, straddling his hips but otherwise not touching him at all. Tom did not touch Geoff either, respecting the singer’s request not to be touched just yet. Tom recognised the thing Geoff had been playing with: his tie, his favourite black silk one to be exact.
“Lift your head a little,” Geoff ordered, and Tom did, letting Geoff wind the tie around his head and blindfold him. The sensation was a little frightening; Tom wasn’t really much for kink, but he would try anything that Geoff wanted him to.
Then his arms were being dragged out and bound with two more ties, loosely tethering Tom to the cornerposts. Tom tugged at each binding; he was not tightly restricted, but enough so that he knew he wasn’t going anywhere. Not tonight.
Then Geoff’s warm weight left him entirely. Tom sighed. “Geoff, I really…”
“Hush,” Geoff’s fingers were on his lips momentarily. “Don’t say anything yet.”
Tom loved the command in his voice, since usually Geoff was completely submissive. Not so much in life, but completely so in the bedroom.
Geoff was suddenly straddling Tom again, and Tom could feel the buttons on his shirt being undone at an agonizingly slow pace, and a cool, feathery sensation, not quite touch. The feeling was so erotic; Tom could feel himself getting harder by the moment.
He lost track of time until Geoff was sliding his jeans off, and he could feel Geoff’s hot skin against his, searing against him. He moaned and pulled gently at his constraints, and Geoff’s lips touched his gently. “Patience, love,” He whispered, then his mouth was gone. Tom felt an urge to follow his mouth, to seek it blindly, but managed to stop himself before he began; it would look stupid, and besides, Geoff was not quite ready for that yet. Or ready to relinquish the luxury to him, anyway.
Tom’s blindness was driving him crazy; he wanted to look on Geoff’s deeply shadowed face, his come-to-bed eyes, his perfect soft mouth drawn in a sexy pout, swollen with kisses. He was dying to know what Geoff was doing; he could feel the vocalist’s movements, but the lack of vision was killing him.
Then moist fingers were at his lips, glossing them with something, and Tom smelled strong alcohol; he flicked his tongue out and tasted the substance. Crème de menthe. Oh, Geoff, you’re good. Geoff’s fingers were at his lips again, inside his mouth, and Tom sucked them gently, reveling in the flavour of Geoff and his favourite liqueur.
Soon Geoff took his fingers away; the action was too erotic for him to stand much longer. He savoured the taste of Tom and the alcohol on his fingers, smiling. Tom groaned. “Geoff…”
The sudden shock of an acute point of coolness touched Tom, and he sucked in a breath; the chill had fallen right on his left nipple, bringing it to full hardness. The pleasure-jolt took him by surprise. Warm lips suddenly chased it away, circling the bud with a hot tongue. Tom arched into it, a moan passing his lips.
Another drop of liquid ice touched his other nipple, and the same warm mouth exterminated it once again. This was too good to be true; the feeling was heaven, and they hadn’t even gotten to the good part. He moaned again, straining slightly against the ties binding him to the bedposts.
A fresh sheet of frosty liquid spread down the center of his body, trickling down from mid-chest to his navel. A warm tongue followed, lapping gently. The sensation was overwhelming; he felt crazed. The tongue dipped into his navel and kissed all around it. Tom could smell the acrid bite of alcohol, intense now.
“You’re drinking all my liqueur,” Tom accused jokingly. Geoff kissed him then; his mouth was rich with all different flavours, mint and alcohol the outstanding essences. Geoff’s taste was dark and subtle, an opulent taste that underlay all the other tastes sparkling on his lips. Tom could not get enough of it; he nearly died when Geoff pulled away, taking with him the delicious combinations.
The singer held the cool glass to Tom’s mouth and let him have a sip, then set it aside. Neither had had enough to make them drunk, but already they were beginning to feel giddy, excited and passionate.
Tom bucked up when he felt a warm, smooth hand gently stroking his cock, smoothing something slick onto it. He heard Geoff laugh softly and wished for all the world that he could see the singer, watch his lips bowed like a child’s drawing when he smiled, the way he showed all his straight white teeth, that little gap between the two front ones. “Geoff,” He whispered, but heard no response; the only thing he perceived was Geoff moving slightly on top of him. A pair of hands leaned against his chest, then came away with a satisfactorily sticky feeling from the sugary liqueur.
The next thing he knew, he was slowly being swallowed by a hot velvet moistness. A moan came, very close, and it was all Tom could do not to buck up into Geoff. “Geoff, take it off,” He gasped, feeling the singer’s body contact his in its entirety. Fingers lightly stroked Tom’s cheek, then slid under the black silk tie to gently remove it.
Tom blinked against the soft light as the darkness diminished. Geoff was perched atop him, fingers splayed on Tom’s stomach. “I love you,” He whispered, his mouth curved in an adorable smile. Tom wished his hands were free to touch him.
“I love you too,” Tom murmured. Geoff’s eyes were so blue they hurt Tom to look into them, hurt him with their heartbreakingly pure blue. Nonetheless Tom looked in them and saw no end to their depths, like endless clear pools into the depths of a heart.
Geoff began to roll his hips against Tom, and the guitarist couldn’t hold back a moan. Geoff was crying as well, barely managing to maintain the same pace. Tom wasn’t used to this almost-domination, but being inside Geoff was still what it had always been, and it had always been stunning. His textures and tastes always fascinated Tom to no end. The pleasure was mounting, their voices erupting in unison, and they were both rushing headlong towards an unimaginably intense climax. Geoff lowered his mouth to Tom’s as they rode up on the peak of orgasm, the precipice steep and unthinkably high up. Tom thrust up into Geoff as best he could, and they shoved each other violently over the brink, falling into an incomprehensible ecstasy. It seemed to have no limit, shooting through them like fireworks, touching every nerve. Tom’s fingers were beginning to go purple with strain, the ties tightening with every motion.
Geoff fell forward onto Tom and lay for a moment, catching his breath. Tom kissed his temple and the singer looked up, quickly untying Tom’s sore wrists, which Tom was not at all sorry for. He kissed Tom once again, their lips delicately laced with mint. Tom wrapped his arms around Geoff, holding him so close he could feel the singer’s breaths. Geoff’s hands stroked Tom’s solid chest, his head laid gently in Tom’s shoulder.
“I love you.” Tom whispered concurrently with Geoff, pulling up the mismatched sheets, black silk over red satin. There they drifted to sleep, twisted in bedclothes that were scented with subtle flavours and lascivious echoes of the past, floating on beds of silken clouds with each other, lost from reality until the next cruel dawn broke its reins once again.
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