Whoa. I am a terrible person.

This had literally been sitting in my notebook since the end of September, and half od chapter 3 along with it. What does this tell you about me? Gahhhh...
Ummm... I kinda don't like this chapter, but I like it better than chapter one, so... yeah.
So, some plot doveloping here, I guess...
Well, this honestly has no plot, but whatever. Think whatever tickles your fancy.

Ch. 2: Was it a Dream?

The morning following Tomo and Jared's afternoon together, the Croatian had awoken to find himself naked in his own bed. At first, he was confused, struggling to remember what had went on the day before. Then he had moved to get up, and a dull throb of pain pulsed through his lower region, and he groaned. That's right…

He then pushed the blankets off himself and gingerly swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood, wincing as the pain intensified he stumbled over to the mirror hanging on the wall and observed his battered body. His lips were slightly swollen from Jared's rough kisses. His long hair was mussed and tangled. He ran his fingers over the red marks Jared had left and paused over a particularly dark one a few centimeters above his left nipple.

That's weird… Tomo thought. I don't remember Jared making that…

He ignored it and got dressed.

Two months later, they were in New York. It had been a quiet couple of months; Tomo and Jared had not had sex since that afternoon in London. There had been a few heavy make-out sessions, but they were cut short because Shannon was nearby.

Tomo became more and more convinced that he was falling in love with Jared, and as their occasional furtive touches (brushing hands against each other, sitting close together, Jared lightly touching Tomo's ass ever so often) grew more frequent and less chaste (touching each other's faces, slipping fingers into the other's pants), Tomo became almost sure of it.

However, it wasn't just Jared. Shannon too had found his way into Tomo's heart. It was different then his love for Jared, though, where there was a mutual feeling. With Jared, it was more of a sexual longing, always wanting body contact, being touched, being kissed.

But with Shannon, it was more of an emotion than craving. With Shannon, it was passion; wishing to be gently held and caressed as he whispered sweet nothings into Tomo's ear, instead of the dirty-talking Jared did. Tomo wanted the drummer sexually too, of course, but he would rather they spend hours touching each other's faces and chests than have him fuck him into the floor.

At least for now.

Tomo soon came to the conclusion that he was in love with the both of them, and felt astoundingly relaxed about the situation. Why bother? It wasn't as if he could ever have a real relationship with either, never mind both, of them. There was no need to get greedy. He was moderately content with having Jared as a friend with benefits.

And yet…

Tomo groaned as he pulled himself from his thoughts and sat up. Why is this so damn difficult? I do love Jared, and same goes for Shannon… I already have something with Jared (whatever 'something' is), so why is it so hard to decide who to chase? I can't have themboth, hell, I doubt that, even if I chose Shannon, I would actually be able to form a relationship with him… he's strait…

"Drink…" he muttered. He got off his bed and walked into the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing his half-empty bottle of Mountain Dew and taking a swig. He stood, glaring down at the bottle. Damn emotions…

Tomo closed the refrigerator and took another sip, strolling into the small living room area and got halfway across the room before he noticed Jared on the couch. The guitarist paused, letting his eyes drag over Jared's body. The singer's legs were spread wide, clad in tight back skinny jeans, and his dark shirt was half unbuttoned, exposing the white skin of his chest. Tomo's gaze made its way to his face, where he met Jared's half-lidded stare. A lazy smile graced his moist, slightly parted lips.

Tomo advanced slowly until he was right in front of Jared, never breaking the stare, lengthening the silence. Then Jared stretched his arms out expectantly. Tomo took another sip of the mountain dew and set in down on an end table, then moved forward and straddled Jared's lap. Jared wrapped his arms around the guitarist's back and slid them down to his hips. Tomo placed one hand on Jared's cheek and the other on his chest, all the while gazing into his clear azure eyes. It was all so light and deliberate; Tomo thought it was almost like preparing to dance.

Jared broke the peace by suddenly grinding their hips together, making Tomo moan as his growing erection was pushed roughly against the taught fabric of Jared's pants. The older man saw an opportunity and proceeded to stick his tongue down Tomo's throat.

His partner's mouth still tasted faintly of sweet citrus. He pushed his tongue into every crevice he could find, one of his hands leaving Tomo's hip and diving under his shirt.

"Ahh…!" Tomo moaned as he felt Jared playing with one of his nipples. He sucked happily on the singer's tongue as it invaded his mouth. His hands clawed at Jared's shirt. Hastily unbuttoning it and throwing it open. The skin was warm to the touch. Tomo's fingers ran down his torso, memorizing the tight contours of his muscles and the pattern of his heavy breaths.

Jared pinched the hardening nub between his fingers roughly. Tomo whined quietly and he smiled. He loved these noises. He loved this feeling. Every time he looked at Tomo, warmth blossomed in his chest and he had to fight to keep from capturing those sweet pinkish lips with his own, no matter who was around. Tomo was his, no one else's'. Jared broke the kiss and gazed into his eyes, a string of saliva connecting their parted lips. Then he twisted his nipple again.

Tomo threw his head back and cried out, arching his groin into Jared's, and they both made noises of lust and yearning. Tomo dipped his head and kissed along the singer's collarbone. He let out a sigh of contentment and closed his eyes as he felt Tomo's lips inch down his chest, kissing and nipping. He gasped as the lips latched onto his nipples and sucked vigorously. Jared renewed his attack on the abused nubs.

Tomo's teeth tugged gently, his tongue, warm and wet, teased at the rosy skin. His cheeks were hollowed slightly from the force of the sucking.

"Mmm… Tomo…" the younger Leto groaned wantonly, giving Tomo a saucy smile as he glanced up. "Why don't you suck something else…?"

The Croatian raised an eyebrow. "But Shannon—"

"—is in the shower." Jared finished dismissively. He reached up and stroked his cheek with the back of his fingers. "C'mon, babe…"

Tomo rolled his eyes and grinned faintly. "You owe me, then…" he slid down Jared's frame slowly, pushing away from his body and dropping to the floor. He dragged his fingers up Jared's thighs slowly, keeping his gaze locked with Jared's, smiling devilishly as he saw the pained, pleading look cross his face.

Finally, he reached the jean's zipper, which was straining against the hard-on contained within. Tomo applied light pressure with his fingertips and trailed an agonizing line down the center of the bulge.

"Dammit, Tomo… stop teasing…" Jared whined. He bucked his hips, aching for touch. Tomo giggled. Like this, Jared was like putty in his hands.

"Tell me, Jared…" Tomo purred, toying with the button, "… did that filthy whore Paris ever make you this hot?"

"No…!" he gasped.

"No?" the creation squeezed his engorged cock.

"Only you…!" Jared was panting. "Only you make me feel… like this…"

Tomo smiled. "Good boy." He let go of Jared's crotch and crept his fingers up to the button of the younger Leto's pants. He slowly pulled down the zipper, letting the trapped erection spring free. He ran his fingers lightly over the shaft and rubbed his thumb over the head, making Jared squirm and moan. He leaned down and kissed the tip, laving at the small slit with his tongue. Jared shuddered.

"Fuck… Tomo…" he groaned.

Tomo continued his centimeter by centimeter decent down Jared's dick, first licking, then kissing. He almost choked when Jared's hand shot out, grabbed a handful of his long tresses. Jared pushed into his mouth desperately. Tomo smiled around the erection in his mouth when he saw Jared's expression. Annoyance, lust, wanting, pain, and pleasure had reduced the man to a shadow of his former self. He looked weak and pleading, his need for release too much for him.

Tomo began to suck, reaching a hand up to wrap around the base of Jared's cock and pump slowly. The combination of the sucking and jerking sent spasms of pleasure shooting through Jared's body. Tomo bobbed his head and massaged the tip with his tongue. He could taste the saltiness of the precum spilling into his mouth. This was the first time he had ever given oral, but he could tell Jared was enjoying it. Tomo was surprised that he would love having another man's dick in his mouth so much. The singer's flavor was pleasant and slightly sweet. He sped up his bobbing and pumping.

He felt Jared's dick pulse in his mouth, and could tell he was very close. Suddenly, the fist tightened in his hair and he was yanked back, just in time to get a face-full of semen. Jared let go of Tomo's hair and slumped back, breathing heavily and grinning down at Tomo. Tomo glared.

"What the fuck, Jared?"

"Payback," Jared muttered breathlessly, "for torturing me."

Tomo got up from his knees and strode out of the room, annoyance marring his cum-spattered face. "Asshole…" he murmured as he made his way to the bathroom.

The shower was still running. Tomo approached the sink, nervously looking over his shoulder at the opaque burgundy shower curtain. He prayed Shannon wouldn't finish for another few minutes.

The guitarist splashed his face with warm water and scrubbed Jared's seed from his cheeks and nose. To be honest, he wasn't that angry with Jared. He actually enjoyed taking Jared's load to his face. But he couldn't let Jared see that. He flicked his tongue out and caught a drop of the whitish liquid at the corner of his lips. He had to refrain from moaning aloud at the taste.

Wow, I'm such a slut… Tomo smiled. He pulled a towel from a rack beside the sink and dried his face.

"Tomo…"

He jerked his head up and almost replied, but stopped himself. Eh…? There's no way Shannon could have seen me…

Through the dark curtain and over the loud patter of the water, Tomo heard his name uttered again, accompanied by quiet grunts and groans.

What is he…?

"Ahh… Tomo…"

A moan.

Shannon was moaning his name?

His mouth fell open as he realized what the drummer was doing. Tomo tip-toed to the far end of the shower, curling his fingers around the edge of the curtain and drew it back slightly, enough for him to peer in with one eye. Fortunately, Shannon was facing away from him, giving him a nice view of his wet, nude body and sculpted ass. But Tomo had been correct.

Shannon's large hand worked his thick cock deftly, eyes squeezed shut, breaths coming ragged. His mantra of Tomo… Tomo… Tomo… never broke. Tomo pushed a hand between his own legs, cupping his groin and rubbing it. He was as hard as Shannon was.

Seconds later, Shannon threw his head back, and with a final cry, released hard onto the off-white plastic wall of the shower.

Oh, god…

Tomo hastily left the bathroom and nearly ran into his room. He unbuttoned his pants as soon as the door was closed. His dick nearly jumped into his hand, weeping precum and throbbing painfully. It took only a few minutes of hard stroking before he ejaculated into his hand. He gazed at the substance coating his fingers. What does this mean? Is Shannon attracted to me?

He pushed his hair out of his face with his clean hand and stood shakily. He cleaned himself off with some tissues and changed into a pair of cargo pants. He sighed, falling onto his bed and closed his eyes.

I'm so confused…

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