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Motley Crue - Kickstart My Heart
Tommy had asked Brendan to show up for the fight in lieu of a trainer and of course Brendan agreed. Tommy could tell that Brendan was loving being back in the atmosphere that only a fight has but after a while Tommy growled at him to 'shut the f up' when Brendan just wouldn't stop acting like an 8 year old at Disneyland telling him all about the smoker-fights he had done previous to Sparta. Tommy was glad to see that his gruff pre-fight attitude didn't completely suck the fun out of Brendan. When the time to fight came closer, Tommy was almost grinning and couldn't sit still he was so anxious to return to the ring.
Tommy gleamed with sweat as he walked up to the ring and gave a cursory glance through the crowd for Frank who gave a wave. Tommy gave a single nod in his direction and entered the ring. The guys he was fighting tonight were amateurs and it was a real simple venue which only had a DJ that played the music he wanted to play. No matter to Tommy, Noemi still hadn't decided which song she thought should be his walk-out music.
Tommy felt like he was coming home. The lights were blinding and the ring bounced firmly under his bare feet. It smelled like sweat and beer and sounded like victory. The tape and gloves on his hands felt like a part of him he didn't know was missing. His muscles buzzed with adrenaline. He felt powerful and in control.
"Tommy Riordan," For those who didn't already recognize him, they did now and there were plenty of gasps and loud talking. The other guy in the ring was buff enough and looked like he might know a few things. Tommy was in his zone and ready.
Tommy had thought about going easy on these guys since he was the big dog in the little dog park, but when facing an opponent, all of that changed. When the judge asked if Tommy was ready, Tommy brought his fists up in his oh so familiar position and grinned with a nod, flashing his black mouthpiece.
The first guy was a bit of a challenge. It had been a long time since he had sparred and Brendan had been his last actual fight. The guy kept him on his toes and Tommy used him as a warm up for the next fights. The guy wasn't bad and Tommy wouldn't be surprised to see him in some small tourney's soon. He got a few good hits in before Tommy's temper rose into that low boil that served him well in the ring. One swing and the guy was dazed, Tommy swiped his legs out from under him and pounded at his face until the Ref pulled him off. Tommy stalked around the ring once, surveying the damage before using the spring in the ring to bounce over the ropes and walking away.
Brendan followed but kept a distance. Tommy was in his 'don't touch me if you don't want to be a victim' mode. Brendan noticed that he brother stalked back and forth, eyes fully dilated from the thrill of violence, like a predatory cat. Tommy still had his mouth piece in and was puffing around it while watching the announcer for his signal to go out again. He was on a roll and wanted to make some bodies hit the floor. Tommy's skin had turned ruddy with the exercise and the rush of dominating another in battle.
Brendan could now see why Tommy needed this. Sparta had not been a fluke based only on the bedrock of Tommy's anger. Brendan knew that Tommy was not nearly as furious now as he had been but here was that familiar beast. Shoulder's pulled up high and growling in irritation at how long it was taking.
The announcer said that one of the fighters had backed out at the last minute and Tommy gave a primal growling yell. Brendan started to pity the man that went in the ring with his brother next when Tommy's nostrils flared. The next man was announced and Tommy grinned like the devil himself. Tommy was called out and entered the ring. The Ref didn't even have to ask Tommy if he was ready because the second Tommy's feet had hit the ring, his fists were up and ready.
This one was on the defensive and tried to dance out of Tommy's reach, which would have worked if Tommy wasn't faster. Brendan could see the annoyance on Tommy's face at the guy trying to avoid him. Tommy grabbed the guy by the head and slammed it into his knee until the guy was dazed and then punched him from under his chin, sending him unconscious before the man hit the mat. He got in two more hits before the Ref stopped him. Tommy stalked down one side of the ring before vaulting over it again and returning to his waiting spot.
Tommy rolled his head around on his shoulders and wished for a moment that Noemi was there to see him in action. He wondered if it would scare her or turn her on. He knew which he would prefer. He shook the thoughts away before he could get a hard on with his cup on, not comfortable. The crowd was chanting his name but he didn't care, all he cared about was bloodying the face of the next guy that faced him in the ring. He was starting to feel the first beginnings of getting tired but it just pissed him off. He could have done so much more than this before and now his endurance was down to around four guys, amateur's at that. Maybe he did need Pop's training since he was seriously thinking about doing Sparta this July.
Tommy's next victim was one those guys that thought they could roundhouse kick everything into submission. Tommy dodged a few but got caught by one of them which just put him into a rage. His head felt like it exploded but he managed to keep himself together. The next time the guy tried it Tommy grabbed him by the leg, pulled him off balance, slammed him into the mat, and wailed on his face. The Ref had a hard time getting Tommy to let go and Brendan had to pull him off.
Tommy pulled out his mouthpiece and stalked around the ring as if daring the guy to get back up, which he didn't. Brendan gently guided Tommy towards the exit through the crowds of fans. Once outside, Brendan was told by the men paying for the prize money that it would be in the provided account by end of business hours tomorrow. Brendan thanked god for not having to go through paper work with the crowd surrounding them. Luckily Frank had his own ride home because he would not be able to find him in this mess. They barely made it to the car.
Brendan pushed Tommy into the mini van and they left for home. On the way back to Brendan's, Tommy started to come off of his adrenaline high and relaxed into the seat with the AC on even thought Brendan was wearing a hoodie and jeans and Tommy was still shirtless in his fight shorts.
Tommy pulled off his gloves and started unwrapping in a lackadaisical manner that Brendan missed in his brother's actions. "God it feels good to be back." Brendan looked over at his brother and saw Tommy actually grinning. "Thanks." Brendan knew that Tommy meant for more than just driving him to the fight but for everything.
"No problem, little brother." Brendan looked over and saw Tommy with his eyes closed, basking in the glow of victory.
The night of the fight, Tommy slept good but the next was plagued with nightmares again. Nightmares of his Ma crying out for him asking him why he wasn't helping her, saving her. He tried sleeping again after that only to see the bodies of children and women scattered in pieces across rocky terrain, turning the sandy soil black with blood. He gave up around 2am. He debated for a few minutes whether or not he should text Noemi to see if she was awake or not. He could use the presence of another to keep him sane and he didn't want to wake up Brendan.
you awake? He texted. He didn't have to wait long for a response.
Yeah. need me to come over?
Yeah.
On my way. And so he waited for her to show up. He played Grand Theft Auto to keep himself occupied until she got there. It didn't take long before he heard her sneaking through the house and coming down the stairs after pulling the basement door shut. She got to the bottom and lifted up a six pack of Bud Light.
"I brought some in case your interested. If not, I know Tess will drink it." She set them on the floor by his feet before plopping down next to him. He paused the game and gave her his attention. She hadn't see him since the fight and that idiot with the roundhouse fetish had left him looking pretty rough. He had a semicircle of bruising around his right eye and it went far into his temple. Her eyes went soft and she lightly stroked her fingers across the skin and he closed his eyes. His emotions were too raw tonight to hold himself back in any way.
"Can you stay here tonight? With me." He asked in a whisper. She was running her fingers through his short hair and it was making him want to melt against her.
"Yeah." She whispered back. He opened his eyes and tried to tell her without words that he just needed to not be alone. She gave him a small smile. The couch wasn't big enough for both of them to be comfortable so Tommy led her to his bedroom.
Noemi had dressed in a comfortable grey tee shirt and black yoga pants before leaving, so all she had to do was toe off her sneakers and climb onto his bed. Her thoughts went to how if the circumstances were different this could be fun but mentally shook herself by the scruff of the neck. He needs comfort not your lascivious thoughts. He let her get situated on one side before also getting into bed, wearing a wore grey tee and red basketball shorts. He reached out for her in the darkness and pulled her into his arms.
Noemi was a limp rag doll while he wrapped himself around her. He had his head just below her breasts, almost laying on top of her with his arms wrapped around her waist in a tight hold and his legs tangled in hers. As though afraid I will leave him while he sleeps. Her eyes welled at how he took a deep breath and she felt him relax more than she ever had. She stroked his head while he told her about the fight and his nightmares. His voice rumbled through her belly while he talked and slowly his words tapered off until he stopped talking all together and fell asleep, but not before giving her one last squeeze of his arms as if she was his own personal life sized teddy bear. His steady breaths lulled her back to the deep sleep she had been in before she had gotten his text.
Tommy woke up on his side with Noemi curled against his chest. His arms were still wrapped around her and so were his legs. He had not had anymore bad dreams last night. He knew he dreamt something but he couldn't recall what it was. He slept harder that he had in years and felt so much better. He had to admit that now he knew what Manny had gone on and on about when you found a girl you liked. He could not imagine anything better than walking up with vanilla scented hair in your face and a soft warm body to make you feel wanted. He didn't know what the rest of the day would bring but it sure was starting out nice. Tommy shifted so that he could see the way the sun started to shine through the window wells and on to her.
Noemi stirred to the feeling of the body next to her shifting. She turned on to her back and pushed her arms up over her head and did a full body stretch before curling back towards the hard wall of warmth. She nuzzled her face against his chest before mumbling his name sleepily. It made the place in his chest warm with delight and feel too big for his ribs. It was Sunday which meant that she didn't have to work but it was also time for him to go from his morning run. He brushed the unruly but silky hair back from her face and stroked the skin of her cheek.
"Noemi," She just tried to burrow back against his chest with a disapproving groan and he chuckled. "Noemi, you have to wake up." He gently pulled her away from him so he could see her face. Her face was wrinkled into a frown with her full bottom lip sticking out a little. "You better put that lip away or I will bite it." He growled playfully at her. That got her eyes open.
Her hair did create a dark sea against his tan sheets. He wished they were the navy he had fantasised about but beggars couldn't be choosers. She had no makeup on and she was so very perfect to him. The more he knew her and watched her the prettier she became to him. Her big amber eyes were dark with her swollen pupil and he wished he knew if it was desire or from the darkness of the room. He was right, she was soft in all the right places like she should be.
He was distracted by her lips. So close. His hand came up and lightly brushed along her firm bottom lip. It was so soft and he could almost feel the blood rushing beneath the thin skin. Her lips parted and he could feel her humid breath across his thumb. There it was. Her eyes went almost all black with desire then and that anticipation they had been dancing around was back. It was that same feeling from the bathroom only intensified. He sucked his lips into his mouth to try to control how much he wanted to kiss her senseless. Her eyes were no longer locked with his when he relaxed his mouth again.
He leaned closer but waited for her to make the decision. Her eyes flicked to his before back to his mouth. She leaned in and Tommy held his breath. His heart pounded and all time seemed to stop. Her lips barely brushed his. He could feel the thumping of her heart against his chest. She increased the contact of their lips and his eyes slid closed. His breath escaped through his nose and he felt the barest of movements against his lips. The sensation zipped through his nerves from his lips to his stomach and chest before setting in his lower belly. He pressed back against hers and sucked in a breath. So good.
Her firm lips parted against his and just barely tugged at his bottom lip and he was sure she could feel how hard he was against her thigh. He gave a small low growl and felt her breath rush out of her lungs. He parted his lips and suctioned her bottom lip against his teeth. She panted out a breath and arched against him. Oh god help me. He leaned further over her and pressed her into the mattress. Her hands came up and ran along his sides before skipping up and down his back. Their kissing intensified. Their lips slid against each other's in a dance that only fueled the fire burning between them.
When he felt her hands slip under his tee shirt and smooth up his back, he thought he had died and gone to heaven. The little noises she made when he bit at her lip made his cock harder than he thought possible. But it was when she nibbled back that he thought he was going to come right then and there like a teenager.
She started to pull up his shirt and acted as thought she was going to remove it that some of his sense came back. He gently took her hands in his and held them between them while he shifted on to his side. He kissed her knuckles before looking at her.
"We gotta stop." She gave a whine from the back of her throat and it took every ounce of control he had in his body not to just dive back to her. He looked into her blackened amber eyes and gave a smile. He stroked her hair. "Tess hates me enough without finding you down here with me like this." He hated to say it but it was true. That seemed to dump a bucket of ice water on Noemi's desire. She sighed heavily but nodded. She looked so disappointed. He carded his fingers through her hair. He gave her a searing kiss before sitting up and throwing his legs over the other side of the bed.
"See you Tuesday?" He hated the tone in her voice, as though he was rejecting her. She got out of bed and was putting on her shoes.
"Not tomorrow?" He half turned and frowned.
"No, Frank has me really busy tomorrow." She watched his head dip some.
"Lunch as usual?" He asked. She nodded and then remembered that he couldn't see her.
"Yeah. Leave from the gym?"
"Yeah." Tommy couldn't watch her leave so he kept his back to her and Noemi didn't know what just happened. Guess I'll just have to wait and see. She quietly snuck out of Brendan's house and left. When she got to Kevin's, he grilled her for information on where she had been. She told him to leave her alone before closing her door in his face and falling into bed. She curled up with her spare pillow and wished for sleep to come.
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