|
Thom staggered up the studio stairs. He had a bottle in one hand, and he was obviously intoxicated. He reached for the door handle, and missed. He reached for the handle again, this time getting a firm grip on it, and making his way into the room. Jonny sat in a corner of the room with his guitar. He glanced in Thom's direction, and sighed, "Thom, I thought you said you'd given up on drinking. Remember, you promised Rachel?" Thom laughed, and took another swig at the bottle. He slumped into a chair, and dropped the bottle from his hand onto the floor, spilling the contents everywhere. "Lookit the mess you've just made! I'm gonna have to bring you back to your place, you need some rest!" Thom groaned, as Jonny picked up the bottle, and threw it out. He slipped his hand delicately beneath Thom's neck, and slid his hand across his shoulder blades, and under his arm, picking him up slowly with one hand on Thom's chest. Thom was very warm, and his little body was so easy to pick up. He stood up straight, and brushed Jonny off of him. "I can do this myself, I don't need your help.." His speech was even slurred. Jonny knew he would have to help Thom get home. "Nonsense Thom, you're drunk, you can't even stand, let alone walk properly." Jonny helped Thom towards the car, and they were off towards Thom's place. It didn't take too long to get there, 30 minutes at the most. When they arrived Jonny helped Thom out of the car, and into his house. Thom then half slumped onto a sofa, and shut his eyes, resting quietly. "Right, then I'm off..." Jonny half-whispered. "No, wait, come here for a minute..." Thom said, with his eyes still closed. Jonny walked over, kneeling close to Thom. "Yeahr?" He asked. "Could you rub my tummy...I think I'm sick." It seemed like a silly question. Jonny was a little suprised, and a little resistant. "Er..would you rather I get you a glass of water or something, instead?" "No...rub my tummy, Rachel rubs my tummy when I feel sick, but she's at her parents place, please," he pleaded, softly opening his eyes, and staring at Jonny while pouting his lips slightly. Jonny felt odd..he didn't know what it was, but it was something about the way Thom pouted his lips, that arose a feeling in him, that he'd never felt before around Thom. Thom leaned forwards, he was inches away from Jonny's face. Jonny could smell the alchohol on Thom's breath. He could probably count every one of Thom's eyelashes too. He lifted his shirt, bearing his tummy, and placed Jonny's hand right over his belly button. "Rub," Thom demanded, then leaned back on the sofa, smirking slightly. Jonny could feel the heat coming off of Thom. He rubbed his tummy, and watched as the smile on Thom's face grew. Thom moaned a little then demanded Jonny rub lower. "I can't, your trousers are in the way.", "Then take them off, I can't go to sleep in the my trousers anyway." Jonny figured it was because Thom was drunk that he was making such outrageous demands, but he hesitatingly unbuttoned Thom's trousers anyway... ------------------------------ Jonny was afraid to pull Thom's trousers right off, so he stopped at his knees. He was a little paranoid, he felt as though someone were watching him, even though he and Thom were alone in the house. "mlerghh" Thom groaned. "Take them off." Jonny then pulled his pants off. Thom was wearing navy blue boxers. He covered him with a blanket, allowing it to fall at his waistline. "Take my shirt off too. It's annoying." He was twisted up in his shirt, because he had attempted to take it off himself. Jonny pulled it up over his head, and lay it down beside him. "That's better. Now rub my tummy. Lower this time, and harder." Jonny stared at Thom's chest. He appeared to be in good shape, and his skin was so warm, and soft. He also noticed Thom smelled very nice, fresh, despite the smell of alcohol that was beginning to become quite apparent. He continued to rub Thom's tummy, lower and harder. Thom moaned again, quietly, but loud enough for Jonny to hear. Jonny could feel Thom's stare. He knew he was watching him. Just then, Jonny noticed what appeared to look like Thom's excitement. Jonny looked away, pretending not to notice. He quickly looked back again, marvelling at how big it was. Holy shit. Jonny thought. Oh shit, stop it. Stop thinking like that. he told himself. Just then Thom sat up. "Jonny." Thom said, his voice turning into a whisper. He put his hand on Jonny's inner thigh to steady himself, as he sat up straighter. He then lay his head on Jonny's shoulder. Jonny looked down at Thom's head, resting on his shoulder blade, and watched as Thom lifted his head up, and placed his lips slowly on Jonny's. He's drunk! I can't let him do this! he thought to himself, but he knew he was enjoying it. Thom's lips were so soft, and supple. He could feel Thom's tongue in his mouth. Jonny pulled away, but Thom lifted his arms, up, around, and behind him, pinning him in the corner of the sofa. Thom was breathing heavily, and he was half, on top of Jonny. He swallowed hard, and Thom forced his lips back against Jonny's, kissing harder. Jonny could feel himself becoming excited. He was liking this, alot. Even if Thom was drunk out of his mind. He forgot how all this came to be, and how quickly it was happening...Thom moved his hand down Jonny's chest, and around his waist. He unbuttoned his trousers, and then moved his hand down lower towards his excited parts ( ) Jonny's eyes widened, as Thom began to move his hand quickly, exciting him even more. Jonny pulled away from Thom's lips, and breathed heavily. He began franticly moving his hands all over Thom's body, as Thom pleasured him. Then, mindlessly, Jonny brushed Thom's hand away, franticly pulling his trousers off, and throwing them to the other end of the room. He moved Thom so that he was facing downwards, and... |