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angelsandkings2010-05-04 04:24 pm
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filled! sean/tom
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Tom is drunk, Sean is high, and they're both camped out on the couch watching infomercials at 3am.
“They're just not as good anymore,” Tom says, shifting his bare foot on the coffee table.
“Nothing's as good as Billy Mays,” Sean says, grabbing an empty bottle from the floor and making an air toast. “May he rest in peace.”
“You know what was good?” Tom asks, hugging his bottle of Jack closer to his body as if Sean might steal that to make a toast with instead. “The chopper.”
“Oh, right. Yeah, the chopper. The Quick Chop,” Sean says.
“Quick Chop,” Tom echoes. “And the Grater... thing. It rhymes. Greater Grater?”
“Grater grater grater,” Sean says slowly, having fun forming the words.
“Man, stop saying grater. It's...” Tom pauses to laugh and lean against Sean. “Grating.”
“Grater Plater,” Sean says. “That's what it was called.”
Tom nods and stares blearily at the television. “My abs don't need that,” he says, pointing with his bottle at the infomercial.
“Lemme see,” Sean says seriously.
“What?”
“Your abs. I wanna see,” Sean says, leaning back and tugging at Tom's teeshirt.
“Okay,” Tom says, lifting his shirt up and sucking in his gut.
Sean rolls his eyes and pokes his stomach. “Stop that. I want to see it normal.”
Tom lets out a breath and relaxes. “My abs are hot,” he says. “Aren't they?”
“Um.”
“Oh, fuck you, I have a hot body. Admit it.”
“You're a little squishy, man,” Sean says.
“Am not squishy,” Tom says defensively, the words slurring on his tongue.
“Squishy and drunk,” Sean laughs.
Tom sighs and takes another swig of Jack. “You know who has good abs?”
Sean doesn't answer right away, even though he knows exactly who Tom is talking about. “Yeah.”
Tom sighs again and fumbles a cigarette out of his pack. “Am not squishy. Not like you.”
“We could both use an Ab Doer Twist, if we're being honest,” Sean says morosely. He watches Tom light his cigarette and says, “We don't have to tiptoe around the Al thing.”
“I'm not fucking tiptoeing,” Tom says, louder than he has to. “I'm just... you know. Still processing.”
Sean steals Tom's cigarette and takes a drag.
“Don't smoke; you'll fuck up your voice,” Tom says, taking it back.
Sean shrugs and lets out a long stream of smoke. It's a familiar argument. He grabs the remote and changes the channel. Another infomercial for another ab machine. He pokes his own stomach.
“I like you squishy,” Tom reassures, stubbing out his cigarette early and resting his head on Sean's shoulder.
Sean nuzzles his hair. “You smell terrible,” he says.
“Yeah,” Tom says. He shifts and tips his face up. “Kiss me anyway?”
The kiss starts out slow and lazy, both of them pretty wasted. But it gets harder and more intense as it goes on, and Tom moves into Sean's lap to get a better angle on his mouth. It's wet and sloppy but it's as good as it always is.
“I'm too drunk for sex,” Tom says apologetically against Sean's lips.
“No problem, man,” Sean says. “This is good.” He nips Tom's bottom lip just because he can.
Tom smiles and kisses Sean some more, slicking their tongues together.
“You're fucking heavy,” Sean says, pushing at Tom.
Tom sighs and moves off Sean's lap. “I'm ready for bed anyway.”
Sean gets up and helps Tom to his feet. They stumble into Sean's bedroom and crash onto the bed, a tangle of limbs.
Tom falls asleep first, snoring lightly. Sean smiles at the ceiling and thinks, We'll be okay.
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