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todd’s evenings are often the same. he sits upon his bed and reads as the sun slowly sets. sometimes, he’s reading a script, laughing as he tests neil’s knowledge of his current play, other times, he’s reading a book that’s been lent to him by keating, whether it’s an anthology, or a novel. however tonight, and most other nights, he’s reading over poems he has written.
short snippets are scrawled across pages, of beauty in mundanity, of brown eyes meeting his across a dimly lit cave, of an actor that has a spotlight wherever he goes, written whenever inspiration strikes him. the poets have grown used to the boy pulling out his notebook mid conversation, scribbling a word or phrase with a furrowed brow, before putting it away as if nothing happened.
the room is bathed in a gentle orange glow pouring through the window as todd reads through disjointed phrases, quotes, and concepts, searching for a starting point for a new work. the radio he’s borrowed from meeks and pitts is set to a classical station, the piano softly playing while he works.
the serenity of todd’s evening abruptly ends when neil storms in, tears rolling down his cheeks, and collapses onto todd’s legs. todd closes his notebook and gently places it on the floor, nudging neil to move closer to him. neil shuffles forward, head face down in todd’s lap, arms around his waist, as he shakes with suppressed sobs.
no questions are needed to be asked by todd. neil had spent the evening at home, having dinner with his parents. instead, todd starts running a hand through the crying boy’s hair, the other slowly rubbing circles on his upper back, allowing the boy to cry for as long as he needs to.
after a while of quiet, the only noises being neil’s stifled sobs and the piano quietly droning in the background, neil finally pushes himself up slightly - not entirely removing himself from the comfort of todd, but enough to look him in the eyes. his breathing slows, no longer letting out little cries, but tears still roll down his face.
todd’s hands move without thinking, cradling neil’s cheeks, and softly wiping at the tear tracks. he flusters slightly as neil looks up at him with sad brown eyes, still brimming with tears.
“why-“ neil takes a deep breath. “why am i not good enough?”
todd watches as neil’s face crumples in his hands and his throat makes a sad little noise, causing todd to tear up.
“you are good enough, neil,” he whispers. “if he can’t see that, then screw him. you’re good. you’re so good.”
emotions pass through neil’s face too quickly for todd to understand, until neil pushes himself up completely, now sitting in todd’s lap, and connects their lips.
todd reciprocates immediately, kissing back with as much fervour as he received. it didn’t take long for the tone to shift from comforting, slow kisses to something… dirtier. needier. a whine rips from neil’s throat, high and reedy, as he fists at todd’s shirt, pulling him even closer, other hand holding the back of his neck, fingers tangling into todd’s hair.
“todd. i need- i need to not think right now,” neil urges out between kisses, sounding wrecked already. “i need-“
todd hums in understanding, biting softly at neil’s bottom lip before soothing it over with his tongue, smiling at the whimper neil lets out.
“yeah?” he whispers in neil’s ear, before moving down to mouth and nip at his throat, hands moving to rest at his hips.
“please.” comes the reply, accentuated by a roll of neil’s hips, forcing a moan out of todd’s throat.
todd bites neil’s throat one last time, enjoying the whine from above him, before pulling back and looking at neil. he marvels at the sight, tear tracks drying on neil’s face, pupils blown wide, light blush across his cheeks, lips slightly parted as he breathes heavily.
christ, he looks delectable.
todd places a brief kiss on neil’s lips, unable to help himself. “you wanna be good for me?” he murmurs, laughing softly as neil immediately responds with an enthusiastic nod. todd rewards him with a few more kisses, before nudging neil off his lap.
neil slides off easily, sitting opposite todd, awaiting his instructions. todd’s heart melts at the sight of the boy, kneeling on the mattress, staring at him with the utmost trust and adoration. poetry threatens to spill from his lips, but he pushes the words down, not wanting to delay the boy in front of him from what he needs.
“take your clothes off, darling.” todd tells him, warmth unable to stop itself from slipping through. he watches as neil takes off his pants and boxers, takes off his shirt, but leaves his tank top on.
todd considers questioning it, but neil looks nervous as he catches todd looking in slight confusion, so he simply moves past it and moves to take his pants off, but his hands are intercepted. he looks down to see neil’s hands on his waistband, and neil looking at him pleadingly.
“you wanna take it off, baby?” he asks, watching as neil nods. “then you’ve got to use your words.”
he smiles as neil whines. he doesn’t often tease the boy, knowing it isn’t what he usually needs, but he watches as the blush deepens on neil’s face, and lower, as his dick hardens a little more, and feels confident that he knows neil’s body as much as he knows his own.
neil still doesn’t speak, so todd reaches over and takes neil in his hand, slowly moving up and down, smirking at his whimpers.
“cmon baby, we don’t have all night,” he pauses his movements. “the sooner you ask, the sooner you get what you want.”
neil sighs. “please, can i take your clothes off?” he asks, but todd senses there’s more.
“of course you can, neil,” todd smiles, but stops neil’s hands in their pursuit of his fly. “was there more you wanted to ask me?”
neil looks up at him, so red that todd was worried he would burst into flames, and nods his head shyly. todd raises a brow, gesturing for neil to continue, and starts to move his hand again, watching neil’s eyes close for a blissful moment.
“can i, fuck, can i finger you?” neil whispers, looking down and bracing for rejection.
todd pauses again, accidentally this time, as he goes into a slight shock. he feels his cheeks redden and his pants grow tighter before coming back to himself, moving his hand at a slightly faster pace and reaching for neil’s chin to bring their lips together.
it was barely a kiss, really. neil mouths loosely at todd’s lips as he gets lost in the sensation of todd’s hand around him, soft moans and whimpers forcing their way out of him as he finally, finally pulls at todd’s fly and removes his pants and briefs in one.
“good boy, neil,” todd growls in neil’s ear, reaching for the lube hidden under his pillow and handing it to neil, moving to straddle neil’s thighs, reluctantly letting go of his dick. the noise neil makes is immediately catalogued in todd’s brain, marked as something he needs to hear again. “see? that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
neil isn’t sure if the noises tumbling out of him are from being called good boy, the way todd’s voice has changed, the way todd’s suddenly become so dominant, or the fact that he has a naked todd sitting on his lap. it could also be from the new knowledge that todd has had lube this whole time, in such close proximity to him, and the implication that he’s fingered himself before. that he might’ve fingered himself in their room, with neil mere feet away.
the slow drag of their cocks against each other brings neil back to the present, where he kisses todd as deeply as he can, before opening the lube and pouring some on his fingers. he ensures his pointer finger is fully covered, and slowly pushes into todd, watching as he pulls away from the kiss, covering his mouth to stifle a loud moan, before leaning his forehead onto neil’s shoulder.
neil is enchanted by the sounds spilling out of todd, slowly pulling out and hearing him whine, before pushing back in to hear stuttering breaths. neil continues slowly pushing his finger in and out to hear todd’s noises until todd moves his head next to neil’s ear.
“you’re so, fuck, so good, baby,” neil whines at the sound of todd, sounding so fucked in his ear. “been wanting this for so long, sh-shit, neil, another finger.”
neil pulls his finger out, coating his middle with lube, before slowly pushing them both inside, watching todd writhe at the sensation.
“baby, god, neil, curl your fingers, just a little.” todd begs, and neil immediately complies, and todd’s back arches, moaning loudly, as he rocks back on neil’s fingers. neil just watches, entranced, as he does it again, and todd whines, eyes squeezed shut, biting his lip to keep quiet.
todd pulls at neil’s tank top, kissing him violently, as neil continues to move his fingers. todd whispers praise between kisses and moans, face screwed up in pleasure as he eventually gets so worked up he can’t kiss neil anymore.
he stops moving at a point, and neil slows his movements in confusion, staring up at todd as he breathes heavily.
“neil,” todd breathes, smiling as neil nods up at him, confused, yet adoring. “take your fingers out.”
neil slowly does what he’s told, but before he can ask why, todd speaks again.
“you’ve been so good, honey, i think you deserve a reward.” todd says, before reaching for neil’s dick and holding it as he hovers over it. he waits for neil’s reaction before moving again, wanting to make sure this is what neil wants, and smiles widely as he’s given a dumbfounded stare and a definite nod.
“are you sure?” neil asks, hands gripping at todd’s hips. in response, todd sinks onto neil’s dick, both boys letting out moans, and he kisses neil gently.
“i’ve never been more sure.” todd says, shifting his hips as he gets used to the feeling of neil inside him, and whimpers at the acknowledgement that this was neil inside him, pressing against his prostate.
“fuck, neil, filling me so well, making me feel so good,” he whines, lifting himself up and dropping back down in a slow rhythm. “such a good boy for me.”
neil’s hips jerk at that, unable to control his reaction, overwhelmed by everything around him being todd, todd, todd.
todd understands without neil having to say anything, picking up the pace and putting his mouth next to neil’s ear.
“yeah, so good for me, aren’t you?” todd whispers, sucking on his lobe as he feels neil start to thrust from under him. “my good boy, my perfect boy, fuck, so good, so good.”
neil starts moaning loudly, not even attempting to muffle the noise as he thrusts faster, harder, into todd, being driven insane by the sound he makes every time neil hits his prostate.
“careful, honey, you don’t want the others to hear, do you?” todd teases, surprised at how that managed to draw an even louder moan out of neil. “oh really? you want to be heard?” an affirmative moan sounds from neil. “you want everyone here to know you’re mine? you’re my good boy?”
neil keeps moaning, unable to stop himself. in the back of his mind, he’s embarrassed, but it doesn’t sound like todd is judging him, not even slightly.
“you know, we didn’t lock the door before we started,” todd says, gripping at neil’s hair as he keeps bouncing, skin meeting skin. “anyone could walk in and see us like this. see you underneath me, so desperate to please. so, so good for me.” neil whines unabashedly.
“you want that? you want someone to walk in and see you like this? you want one of our friends to see you?” neil nods, eyes screwed shut. todd moves even closer, voice getting lower in a way that drives neil insane. “what if charlie walked in right now? you think he would call you a good boy too, or do you think he’d call you a little slut? because with all the noise you’ve been making, i bet it’d be the latter.”
neil moves suddenly, pushing todd onto his back and leaning over him, thrusting into todd like it’s the only reason for him to live, curses and moans falling out of his lips like it’s all he knows. he’s hitting todd’s prostate with every thrust and todd reacts accordingly, wrapping his legs around neil’s torso and moaning softly into his ear.
“come on baby, cum for me.” todd whispers as he watches neil chase his release.
neil shakes his head and grabs at todd’s cock, causing him to whine, back arching again.
“you first.” neil says, jerking todd in time with his own thrusts until todd’s whole body tenses, arms reaching around neil’s neck until their foreheads are touching.
“‘m gonna-“ todd whimpers, watching as neil stares intently into his eyes until they roll back.
todd comes back to himself a few moments later, feeling neil start to pull out. he whines and tightens his legs around neil, nodding when neil looks at him in concern.
neil pauses again until todd starts moving for him, letting out a whimper that’s equal parts pain and pleasure, and neil allows himself to start moving, kissing across todd’s face.
todd curses under his breath. “so good, neil, cmon, be good for me.” he mumbles, rhythmically clenching until he feels neil stutter against him, dropping his face against todd’s chest, letting out a long groan.
they both catch their breath for a few moments before neil raises his head and makes eye contact with a smirking todd.
“so, exhibitionism, huh?” he teases, laughing as neil groans loudly and puts his face back on todd’s chest.