Tess O-Meter -- Green.
You can dip in and out of this unexpected series, but for a richer read and character development they are best when read in the order of writing. Broadway Lust Story, Broadway Love Story, Broadway Luck Story, Broadway Beginnings, Broadway Bust, Broadway to Vegas, Broadway Betrayal, Broadway Battle, Broadway Break, Broadway Threat, and Broadway Baby.
-X
Ty's knees were starting to ache a bit, and Tony's grip on his hair was a little over enthusiastic. However, that was a small price to pay, to have Tony writhing and whisper-begging under him.
He pinned Tony's trembling thighs harder, to stop him thrusting.
Much as Ty loved it when Tony used his mouth and throat, and made him choke on his delicious cock, they really couldn't risk any hard-core gagging right now so he had to control Tony's thrusts as much as possible.
Tony let out a loud moan and Ty pulled off, sucking hard all the way. "Shhh. Be quiet, Tony!"
"Please, God, Ty," Tony gasped.
"I'm gonna stop if you can't be quiet," Ty warned him.
"I'm sorry. Please don't stop, I'll be good," Tony promised, his hazel eyes wide with panic at the thought. Then he released Ty's hair, grabbed a pillow from behind him, and smothered himself.
Ty shook his head and sniggered, he could just make out a muffled, "Okay. Good now. Go, go, go." Accompanied by little mini thrusts.
Still smiling, Ty lowered his head again. Wrapping his lips and tongue around Tony's silky length, and taking him as deep as he dare.
At least now the moans and fretting were muted.
Ty sucked hot flesh, lapped at pre-cum, and laved lovingly with his tongue, his eyes on Tony's heaving abs.
Smiling when Tony tore the pillow aside and dragged in the strangled breath which meant he was about to cum.
They both jumped when there was a loud rap on the door and Tony's dad yelled, "Dinner in five, boys."
"Cummmiiinnnggggg!" Tony yelled somewhat desperately and exploded down Ty's throat.
'So much for not choking,' Ty thought to himself as he laughed in a breath and inhaled the salty nectar. He coughed most of it down his chin and T-shirt.
"Oh, Fuck!" Tony had his face covered with his hands, but when he emerged to look at Ty his eyes were shinning with mirth. "Is the door even locked?"
Ty just shrugged. Looking down and plucking his gross T-Shirt away from his chest, with a grin/wince.
"Christ." Tony rolled and pulled Ty to his feet. "You better clean up. I'll go on down," he tucked himself away carefully.
Ty nodded, and was then pulled in for a deep kiss.
"Hmmmm. You taste good," Tony told him, and then tried the door. Giggling again when it opened easily.
"It's your childhood bedroom," Ty pointed a finger at him, his voice a little raspy. "You're in charge of door locking."
Tony gave him a salute and cheeky wink as he pulled the door closed. Ty heard him pounding down the stairs and Gabi's yelled, "Tony, don't run." A refrain that Ty had become familiar with the last time they stayed.
Grinning, he walked into the bathroom, yanking his shirt over his head, and reached for a cloth.
-X
Tony jumped the last four steps, as he had since he was six, and kissed his mom's cheek. "You do know I have natural grace and balance, right?"
"I know you are going to break your neck one of these days, Anthony Thomas." Gabi complained as she followed him into the kitchen. Tony's dad, Dan, was already sat and mouthed the words as she said them, making Tony snort with laughter.
"Son."
"Dad."
Tony slid onto his seat and then flinched as his mom's hand flapped in his face before slapping to his forehead.
"You look flushed. Are you feeling okay?"
"Yea, I'm fine."
"Are you sure?" Tony looked up at his mom and felt his heart squeeze a little at the concern in her eyes. The tiniest things, became big worries in her head these days.
He grabbed her hand and kissed it. "I promise you, I'm fine. It's just a little hot in my room."
Gabi's brow smoothed out and she shot a look at her husband. "I told him to give you more notice," she said and Tony felt his face flush bright red as his dad snorted a laugh.
They heard Ty's careful slow footsteps on the stairs and then he entered, looking all kinds of smug.
Gabi patted his arm and shot at Tony, "See. Ty doesn't crash around the house like a gorilla." Before turning for the bread.
"Suck up," Tony mouthed at Ty as he sat.
"Fuck off," Ty mouthed back, then yelped when Gabi clipped him on the head.
"Sorry, Gabi," he couldn't help but smile. Wider when Tony got a clip as well.
"What was that for?" Tony demanded, aggrieved.
"Encouraging him."
"I didn't do anything," Tony whined, and Dan burst out laughing. Everyone else quickly joining in.
"Did we just regress to typical family meal times in the Thomas household?" Ty asked, as they all dug into hot pasta.
His question ended on a slight grunt as a heavy weight clumsily plonked itself between his legs. He switched his fork over and slid his left hand under the table to stroke the warm silky head.
"Brings back memories, that's for sure," Dan admitted with a happy smile, as he buttered his roll.
"I can send her to her bed if she's bothering you," Gabi asked. Referring to the husky cross who most definitely suffered with lap-dog-syndrome. As in, a large dog who thought it was a lap dog.
It was rare to sit for more than a few seconds in this house, without some hefty part of Sneaky sitting herself down on some vulnerable part of you.
"She's fine," Ty smiled at Gabi, and then at Tony, when their fingers tangled together in Sneaky's fur.
-X
Ty and Tony were staying with Tony's parents for four nights. Tony's sister had got married two days ago, and they had stayed on for a visit.
Now, having cleared up after dinner they were snuggling on the big, what Gabi called, 'cuddle-couch' in the garden.
Ty sat, a little bemused, as a frowning Tony shoved and prodded him, making little humming-grunts. Until finally Ty achieved the correct position and Tony settled himself between Ty's legs and against his chest with a happy noise.
"Why didn't you just tell me what you wanted?" Ty wondered out loud as he sank his fingers into Tony's thick hair, getting a cross little huff followed by a satisfied sigh in reply.
A while later, the night starting to darken, Dan came out and leaned on the back of the cuddle-couch.
"I'm heading to the gas station for some Flamin' Hot's. Got the urge. You wanna take a drive with me, Ty?"
Tony rolled slightly to look up at his dad. "But we're watching 'The English Patient'. We can't be out of chips!"
"We have chips, but I want Flamin' Hot. And Ty doesn't want to watch some year-long tear jerker with you ladies. He wants to come with me and talk hockey."
