Lena woke up sweated and alone in her room. The clock read 5:45 AM and she had to be up in a couple hours anyway, so she got out of bed to make some coffee and check her phone. There was a message from Tommy-"Can't sleep. This sucks"-and it was timed at 3:15 AM. She messaged back-"You still up?" It took a minute for him to respond, "Yeah. I miss you. Bren is snoring like a pig." "Can you call me?" she asked, and a moment later her phone was ringing.
"Hey you." She held the phone in the crook of her arm as she poured the water in the coffee pot.
"Hey. Why you up so early doll?"
"I fell asleep sometime after two and just had a nightmare, woke me up. I have a 10AM class so I just decided to get up and make some coffee."
"Hmm sounds good." Tommy's growl thrilled her earhole.
"Yeah. You haven't slept at all?"
"Nope. Just waiting for something to happen here. Goin' fuckin' nuts. So how 'bout this…whyncha come pick me up, let's have some breakfast. You'll get to class on time still."
Lena looked at the clock. She didn't want to worry about it, she just wanted to see him. "Yeah, lemme grab a shower, I'll be there in 30."
"OK." Tommy hung on the line for a minute. "I'll see ya."
"OK. Love you." She hung up right away and jumped in the shower.
The coffee was done when she came out, so she swiped some make up on, dressed in jeans and a Pittsburgh Steelers shirt that hugged her frame just right, and grabbed her coffee to go. The morning rush traffic wasn't bad yet at 6:35 in the morning, so she made it to the hospital in good time. Tommy walked out of the hospital as she pulled up to the spot he told her to go to, and got in the car. He had changed into another pair of jeans she had packed for him, and had a black shirt with Colt's Gym logo in yellow across the front. His eyes were swollen and sleepy from lack of sleep and probably tears, but his body flexed and moved like a panther,seemingly unscathed by the lack of sleep. Lena was biting her lip watching him.
Tommy kissed her, took a drink of her coffee and kissed her again. Neither said much, Lena just drove as Tommy turned up the radio and they headed to a spot Lena knew served some decent breakfast.
At the little greasy spoon she picked, Tommy sat across from her and stirred his coffee, looking at her with slitty blue eyes. The waitress had seemed a little nervous and now Lena realized why as she came back to the table with a cook and busboy in tow.
"Excuse me, but…are you Tommy Conlon?"
Tommy sighed, gave Lena a private little smile, and looked at the small group bunched at his table. "Yeah. That's me."
The waitress smiled excitedly to the guys with her. "I told you! can you sign this for me?" She handed him a blank order ticket, and Tommy slowly took it.
"Sure." He signed it and handed it back.
"Thank you so much. My cousin is a huge fan!"
The cook and busboy had him sign tickets for them too, and they all told him how great he was and how he was Pittsburgh's pride. Tommy was a little flushed but quiet as he thanked them and put his head back down to stare into his coffee, until they went away, chattering excitedly amongst themselves. Tommy seemed to have shut down, and Lena reached across the table for his hand, which he grasped right away.
"Tommy…you gotta get better at this kinda thing-"
"No I don't."
"Yeah, you do. This is gonna happen a lot, you know."
"I don't like it. Makes me uncomfortable."
Lena shook her head. Tommy was still looking down at his coffee. The waitress came back with their food, and seeing Tommy's non-responsiveness she left right away.
"I'm sorry, Lena." He looked up at her and she could see all the raw emotion there. "Kinda dealin' with a lot right now."
Lena sighed. "No, I'm sorry Tommy. I sound like an asshole. I just felt bad, that's all. Let's just forget it-"
"I can't forget it. I don't know if Pop is gonna make it, and I feel like I'm dyin' too." He shook his head, his eyes turning red. "Can we take this to go?"
Lena looked around for the waitress-she was at the counter, talking to a couple of customers and showing them the autographed ticket she had. Lena got up and went over to her, asking for to-go boxes and wanting to pay the check. When she came back to the table, Tommy was gone. Lena boxed up the food and went out to the car, where she found him standing, talking on the phone. She could tell it was Brendan on the other line. She unlocked the car doors and they got in.
"Yeah…I'll be back soon Bren…I understand, go if you have to…I'll be back in about an hour…OK." Tommy hung up and rested his head back, sighing.
"Everything OK?" Lena started the car. "You need to get back to the hospital?"
Tommy shook his head no. "Can we go to the apartment? I need some things from there."
"Yeah. Sure." Lena headed out of the parking lot and about 15 minutes later they were at the apartment. Tommy got out without saying a word, took her hand and practically dragged her inside the building. He bounded up the stairs and she jogged behind him to keep up.
"Tommy…are you OK?"
No answer. Once inside, Tommy grabbed her to him and kissed her, taking her hand and guiding it up his shirt.
"Touch me," he groaned, and tears spilled down his cheeks. Lena ran both her hands under his shirt, pushing it up to his neck and urging him to pull it off. He practically tore it off, now pressing his bare torso against her. She grasped at his zipper as he mauled her neck and tore at her clothes, his hips impatiently grinding against hers.
"Fuck Lena," he growled, his face wet with tears, sliding against her skin. She shuddered, finally finding the zipper and yanked it down, setting his cock free. Tommy groaned again, pulling at her jeans and knocking her back onto the couch. Lena witnessed as he stripped himself of the rest of his clothes, and watching the beauty of it she almost forgot to undress herself. Tommy was coming for her anyway, and she had managed to get her shirt off and her jeans halfway down when he was on top of her, kissing her, drinking her in, unsnapping her bra to suckle her nipples as she kicked her jeans and panties off, moaning under his touch. He wasted no time and was sliding down her body to lift her legs over his shoulders and kneel down in front of her, burying his face in her sex. She cried out helplessly as he attacked her with his lips and tongue, and his fingers found the way inside of her, making her stiffen and clench around him, her heels meeting at the back of his head.
"Tommy, Tommy!" She felt as if she would be sucked up entirely into his generous mouth and his fingers pumped her relentlessly-she could feel the juices running and it was almost over right then, but Tommy was up and thrusting into her, his face wet with tears and sex and showing the conflict of relief and frustration at the same time. Lena's eyes moved down his powerful neck, his wide muscled torso, to his flexing washboard stomach, down to the dark nest of hair that his cock rose out of and was plunging deep into her over and over. She orgasmed uncontrollably, and Tommy groaned loudly as he rode her hard, his knees against the edge of the couch and his hips pinioning her to the couch. Lena reached out for him, perhaps to pull him down to her, but instead he took her hands and held them tight to her sides- his thrusts became harder, rougher, and it was starting to hurt a little, but Lena came again, almost fighting against him, trying to free her hands but Tommy kept her locked up and kept going, making sounds she had never heard before, and she realized he was still weeping, his eyes blind, his mind somewhere else. Lena locked her legs around him and forced him to ease up, and only then did she see him come back-his eyes fixed on her and he looked so terribly sad. Lena broke free of his grip and she pulled herself up to wrap herself around him, taking his head in her arms. Tommy stood up and carried her to the bedroom, and lowered the both of them down to the mattress on the floor.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I don't wanna hurt you."
"It's OK Tommy." She rested back and urged him, her hips nudging his. "It's OK."
Looking in her eyes he began again, and resting on his elbows he kept the intense eye contact with her as he thrusted into her slowly, rotating inside her, grinding and filling her. She tried to keep her eyes open, watching the colors change in his irises like a kaleidoscope-blue, green, gold, grey-but it became impossible as the head of his cock bumped and massaged inside her, the long thick shaft filling her until she thought she would burst. Her hands gripped his lower back and she was pressing down against the mattress to arc her hips up and take more of him as the orgasm burst like a cannonade, loud and bombarding through her body, making her thrash against his strong formidable frame. Before she could fully recover she could feel him spasming strongly inside and around her, his breath and voice hiccupping in her ear. Tommy lay on top of her, damn near crushing her, and Lena welcomed it, holding him as his breathing slowed and the heat and sweat dried and cooled in the now- still morning of her apartment.
"I just wanna stay here with you all day." Tommy sighed, kissing her temple, her cheek, her ear.
"Love that," she whispered, and met his mouth with hers to kiss him, her arms squeezing him and caressing him. They lay like that for a while, neither one of them wanting to get up, and then Tommy's phone ringing shocked them back into reality.
"Fuck." He got up and went to get his phone out of his jeans, and Lena slowly got up to run the shower for the second time that day.