Warnings: Mentions of statutory rape, This fic shows the very unhealthy side of Tommy and Ken's relationship, emotional abuse, mentions of prison sex, cheating, arguments, drug usage, blow jobs, and general chaos.
A/N: I don't know where this idea came from honestly... I just wanted an excuse for Michael and Tommy to fuck. This story is a very loose headcanon for me...I don't think I'll be writing Tommy x Michael often because Michael grows up and learns to stop fucking men that treat him the same way his father did.
I said fuck you to the timeline of these games man LMAO. This is set in 1986 so this takes place during Vice City since Michael was born in 1964 he is 22 in this story. I changed a lot of things around. Michael met Tommy and ken in 1979 at 15 years old when he was thrown into an adult prison unfairly.
Trevor is 19 because he was born in 1967. Tommy is 35 since he was born in 1951. I'm trying to stick to the lore. This story is my excuse to ship Tommy and Michael honestly.
Michael can't remember why or how he and Trevor ended up in Florida but they're here. It's boring and Michael misses the snow. Trevor has been using this ''vacation'' of sorts to drag Michael around Florida and sightsee.
At one point they ended up fucking on a nice boat that Michael wished he owned. Maybe someday Michael will be able to own boats like that and he and Trevor can fuck on them as many times as they want.
Trevor has been steadily hinting at the fact that he wants commitment. Michael thought that Trevor didn't do commitment. Trevor is so confusing at times. Michael has noticed how jealous he gets so maybe Trevor only wants to commit to him. Michael's not ready for commitment yet though.
Michael has no idea where Brad is. It seems like Trevor likes him but not enough to actually give a fuck about where he is. Michael likes that Trevor loves and cares for him but sometimes it's smothering.
That night Michael decides to break away from Trevor and go party at a nearby strip club. He had zero interest in the women, instead, he couldn't help but notice a suave Italian man in a blue suit. All of the women were crowding around him and he looked so familiar.
He shrinks in on himself as he watches the man.
They make eye contact and a shiver runs down Michael's spine.
Is the world really this small?
Is Ken here too?
Michael tries to burn every bridge in his life and yet he still runs into the same damn people. Michael rushes to leave and to his dismay, Tommy follows him.
Tommy grabs his arm,''Where have you been Mikey? I was wondering what happened to you kid. Have you been taking care of yourself?''
''I'm not a kid,'' Michael grumbles.
''Well, you are to me.'' Tommy answers.
Tommy is Michael's first boyfriend. He was the first T he ever committed to. He was his everything. They started dating when Michael was 15 and Tommy was 28. It wasn't necessarily dating...they had more of a prison bond than anything. He still has that far-away psychopathic stare Micahel remembers.
Michael used to run into Tommy's arms to be protected from the predatory men in the prison. Tommy ran that prison like he runs everything else. Always the boss and always in charge. Michael greatly admired him for that.
''Earth to Michael...'' Tommy says.
Michael missed sucking Tommy's dick though. It was a bonding moment for them. Michael blinks a few times and sighs.
Before Michael knew it they were in Tommy's car in an alleyway as Michael vigorously sucks his cock.
Just like the good old days.
The night went by in a blur. Tommy offered him coke and Michael knows he doesn't use it himself. Maybe Tommy keeps it around to placate the people he works with. Maybe it's a ploy for control.
Either way Michael fucking loved it.
Tommy left love bites all over his neck and chest and Michael knows that Trevor will find them. Trevor watches him like a hawk.
Fuck.
Michael let Tommy take him to his house and fuck him senseless in his bed. Why is everything fucking neon? Michael feels like his eyes are going to melt out of his fucking head!
Michael left love bites all over Tommy's neck and chest as he moaned and screamed his name.
He hears his phone ring. It's probably Trevor. He doesn't care though. Michael doesn't care, all he wants to do is get face fucked and fucked until he falls unconscious.
Michael's been feeling depressed lately. Extremely depressed. Nothing really matters. No matter how hard he works he seems to get nowhere,
He's not sure that love and all that bullshit exists. The world has been so cruel to him and Trevor. Will life ever get better?
Tommy stops thrusting,''You're crying...''
''Keep going.''
''Not if I'm hurting you,'' Tommy replies.
''I'm not hurting. I just was thinking too much! Keep going!'' Michael exclaims.
''I'm not like how I was Michael...I won't rape you anymore...'' Tommy mumbles.
''Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Don't pretend to care about me! You were my very first! I was a little boy! I needed someone! Anybody! Alone in New York! You took advantage of the situation and it's whatever. I don't care!'' Michael says looking away from the other man.
They continue to have sex. The next morning Trevor is blowing up Michael's phone. Michael groggily answers and Trevor says,''Let me guess...out fucking strippers?''
''No...Um...I ran into an old friend. I'll be doing some jobs with him. He offered me some pretty good jobs last night.''
Trevor scoffs,''You could have just told me that instead of disappearing. I thought something happened to you.''
''I'm fine T...please chill out,'' Michael mumbles.
''When will you be back?'' Trevor asks.
''Sometime tonight. I want to catch up with this friend.''
Trevor grunts,''Fine.'' then he hangs up.
Michael sighs and turns over to face Tommy,''So, how have you been?''
Tommy shrugs before getting out of bed,''I have somewhere to be.''
Michael nods and gets dressed as well.
He'll never get used to how cold Tommy is to him.
That night Tommy dropped him off at the hotel that Michael was staying at. To his surprise, Trevor was smoking outside. Jittery and nervous looking.
He got out of the car and said,''Hey T.''
Both Tommy and Trevor answered.
Michael sighs,''Hello Trevor. Goodbye Tommy.''
''You still on for the job tomorrow?'' Tommy asks.
''Yes,'' Michael answers.
''I'll be here at 2. Be ready.'' Tommy says before driving off.
Trevor squints at Michael and Michael tries to avoid it by walking away.
''Who was that? And why are you doing jobs with him? Isn't he a stranger?'' Trevor asks.
''Um...no. I've known him and his crew for a while now. We were friends back when I lived in New York. Small world.'' Michael mumbles.
''You have hickies...I thought you said you weren't out fucking strippers.'' Trevor says.
''I wasn't...just let it go, T. It's nothing.'' Michael says.
''Did he give them to you?'' Trevor asks.
Michael walks away and Trevor growls,''I don't know why I stay with you. You can never be trusted!''
''Look T, Tommy is my ex-boyfriend. We kind of had sex out of nowhere. I didn't expect it. I missed him and shit happened.'' Michael says.
''Boyfriend? I thought I was your first boyfriend. How many boyfriends have you had?'' Trevor asks.
''Just you and Tommy.'' Michael answers.
Trevor sighs,''I...I need a drink.''
Trevor catches a cab and Michael goes back to the hotel to sleep.
After completing the job Tommy gave him Michael makes a show of slowly riding Tommy's cock while smoking a cigarette. 80's rock is softly playing in the background. Michael chuckles before saying,''I missed this...I was so fucking mad at you for how you did me...so fucking angry...''
''It was prison and I was horny Michael...I had been locked up in there for eight years at that point. Nothing personal...You never catch feelings in prison.'' Tommy says.
Michael scoffs,''You never catch feelings at all.''
Michael rolls his hips in a circle and Tommy hisses,''I remember you doing that to me after we turned the showers off...prison sex was the best sex...''
Michael takes a puff,''Mmm-hm...almost as good as when Trevor fucks me.''
''If Trevor's so good why are you fucking me now?'' Tommy asks.
Michael blows smoke in his face in response.
''I make you feel all grown up don't I? You're still a kid Michael...They should have never put you in that prison!'' Tommy says.
''I was tried as an adult remember?'' Michael says.
''That...that doesn't excuse all the fucked up shit you went through Michael...you were only fifteen...''
''You're ruining the mood! You know how corrupt things were there! They didn't care about age or anything like that! You know that! You know that!'' Michael yells.
''I'm just glad your father bailed you out-''
''Don't speak of him! Don't speak of him or I'll rip your fucking tongue out!'' Michael yells.
''Michael...you've got issues...'' Tommy says softly.
''And you don't!?'' Michael exclaims.
Tommy sighs,''At least I admit that I have issues...you run around like you're mister perfect and then lose your shit when someone calls you out!''
Michael takes another hit,''And what about Ken? Since he's so fucking perfect in your eyes!''
''What about Ken? Look, don't bring him into this!'' Tommy says.
''You'll protect him at all costs but not me...'' Michael says bitterly.
''Look, it's not my job to protect you, Michael!'' Tommy argues.
''THEN WHO'S IS IT!? WHO'S FUCKING IS IT!? NO ONE EVER PROTECTS ME! NO ONE IS EVER HERE FOR ME! WHEN WILL I BE LOVED!?'' Michael exclaims.
''Trevor is there for you all the time Michael...'' Tommy says.
Michael shakes his head,''You always bring up Trevor when you really mean to say that you don't give a fuck about me...''
Michael gets up and hastily puts on his clothes. He lights another cigarette before leaving the room in a huff. Tommy follows him and pulls him into his arms. After sharing a long kiss with Michael Tommy's phone rang. He picks up after the first ring,''Hello?''
''Tommy Tommy Tommy! Where are ya!?'' Ken exclaims.
''I'm...out...what do you need?'' Tommy asks.
''Come to my office to see,'' Ken says.
Ken sounds very far gone. Tommy does his best to ignore Michael's intense gaze. Michael whispers,''Will I see you again?''
''Um...I'm very busy doll...I don't know about that-''
''Tooommmmmyyyy I need your help now! Now! Now! Now!'' Ken exclaims like an insolent toddler.
''I'll be there in a little bit Ken chill out,'' Tommy grumbles.
''I miss you,'' Ken says.
''I miss you too,'' Tommy replies.
They say goodbye and hang up.
Michael gunts,''Your boyfriend?''
''Yes,'' Tommy replies.
''Why fuck me when you're with him?'' Michael asks.
Tommy doesn't answer.
''You think I'm quick and easy. Just someone to play with huh?'' Michael asks.
''Uh...I...I'm committed to Ken. Ken owns my heart but sometimes I just want to fuck random people...I always come back to Ken though. You know that.'' Tommy says.
''You can do better,'' Micheal says.
He gasps when Tommy wraps his hand around his neck and squeezes,''No...I really can't...You can fuck with me all you want to but Ken is off-limits. He is the love of my life and I will defend him no matter what. You don't know what we have kid. You don't understand how deep our relationship is. Just stay in your place!''
''And what is my place? Being your whore?'' Michael asks.
''Yes! You know that!'' Tommy hisses.
''You really don't give a fuck about me?'' Michael asks.
''Isn't that obvious!?'' Michael kicks at Tommy and they both topple over.
''You're a kid Michael! Don't go gettin' any ideas! Respect your elders!'' Tommy yells.
''You're just like my fucking dad. I hate you so much.'' Michael sobs. He gets his things and leaves.
Tommy sighs relieved that he was finally able to tell the truth about how he felt. Maybe that'll help Michael treat Trevor better. Trevor is the best person for Michael in Tommy's opinion. Tommy feels like an asshole but Michael needs to learn the way of the world. This world is cruel and no one truly gives a fuck about you.
When you finally find someone that does you need to love and honor that person. Tommy could never be the person that Michael needs.
Tommy's too scarred and emotionally fucked up for that. Tommy's surprised that he and Ken are a thing.
But it works.
The air was awkward as Tommy sits in front of Ken. Ken is hardly looking at him and instead is filling out his paperwork.
''Um...you called me?'' Tommy said.
Ken grunts up and doesn't look up. He slides a picture to him,''I need you to take this man out. He's messing with the family.''
''Okay...'' Tommy looks at the picture it's a middle-aged goofy looking man in a suit. Ken included directions to find him. Tommy gets back up and gets ready to leave.
Ken makes that sound he makes when he wants to start an argument and Tommy is ready to leave the room.
''I hate when you do this passive-aggressive shit, Ken.'' Tommy mumbles.
''At least I don't fuck little teen boys because they're easier to control,'' Ken mumbles.
''You've been spying on me?'' Tommy asks.
''I have not! I just saw your little hickies and had someone check in on you and lo and behold you somehow found Michael again. And you're cheating on me with him. Look, I know I ain't gettin' any younger but you could at least try to commit to me.'' Ken says.
''Look, you're confusing to me. I asked you to be my boyfriend and you stopped talking to me for a week. You blew me off for bitches and blow! I don't understand you. I want to be with you but you push me away.'' Tommy says.
''I was really busy with work baby! And you know how I am about my nose candy! Plus, You're not my only client! Well, I'll be upfront. I want to be exclusive with you and I don't want you parading around town with a barely legal twink that's half my age!'' Ken exclaims.
''You're cute when you're jealous.'' Tommy grunts.
Ken throws a pen at him.
''Look Ken...you can be too much sometimes and I hate how clingy and insecure you are-''
''CLINGY AND INSECURE!? EXCUSE ME? Baby, I don't think you know me! I've got charm and I'm witty and loving and-''
''And insecure enough to spy on me,'' Tommy says.
''We went from fucking every day to you coming home to me with hickies from someone else. Am I not pleasing you enough? I'll do everything I can to please you, Tommy. You're my everything Tommy...'' Ken pushes Tommy back onto the nearest couch and gets on his knees.
Tommy lets out a sigh and opens up his pants.
Ken looks up at Tommy, his eyes are begging for praise as he worships the other man's cock. Tommy threads his fingers through Ken's hair and makes him move faster. Ken moans and massages Tommy's balls just the way he likes it.
''I love you so much Ken...you are my favorite person in the world you know that?'' Tommy asks.
Ken grins up at him before swallowing even more of Tommy without gagging. He's had more than enough practice.
''Fuck I love you so much, Kenny.'' Tommy moans.
Ken stops sucking and says,''I love you too Tommy. So much...you've changed my life for the better. I want you to be mine and mine alone.''
Tommy smirks down at him,''You really love me that much?''
''Yes! I love you more than words can say!'' Ken exclaims.
''How much do you love me, Ken?'' Tommy asks.
''I'd take a bullet for you baby,'' Ken exclaims.
''You'd do anything wouldn't you?'' Tommy moans.
''Yes!'' Ken exclaims.
''I want to fuck you until you can't stand!'' Tommy exclaims.
''Fuck me! Fuck me!'' Ken practically demands.
''Go to your room and strip for me,'' Tommy commands.
Ken does just what he's told. Ken's room is attached to his business that he still manages to keep up as well as Tommy's mansion. It impreses Tommy to no end. Ken loves decorating and keeping the place neat, tidy, and presentable. Too bad he's a mess in every sense of the word...Tommy undresses as he walks into the room. Ken was already eagerly preparing himself on the bed.
Ken is spread eagle as he fucks himself on his fingers,''I've missed this so much! Hurry up, Tommy!''
Tommy snickers as he lubes himself up. He doesn't waste time sliding in. Ken's legs are on his shoulders as he rocks back and forth.
Ken lets out a long and loud moan as Tommy fucks him relentlessly,''Oh I've missed this so much! I know you've missed me, Tommy! Michael can't hold a candle to my tight nookie! I have a feeling that you only started fucking him again to make me anxious and jealous. You missed me! All you ever want is me!''
''All I ever want is you,'' Tommy repeats.
''That's what I fuckin' know Tommy! If you didn't want me you wouldn't keep coming back!'' Ken yells.
''Damn right,'' Tommy says in agreement.
''When you fucked him did you think of me?'' Ken asks.
''Every time,'' Tommy says.
Ken laughs,''You just wanted to rile me up! Ugh! I hate when you do this Tommy! Always wanting a big reaction out of me!''
Tommy snickers,''Projecting much?''
Ken feigns innocence,''I don't know what you're talking about...''
Tommy scoffs,''You work to get big reactions from me all the time! If I don't react in a big way you throw a fit...''
Ken shakes his head,''I'm just an anxious mess Tommy you know that!''
In the middle of sex Tommy's phone rings. Ken is visibly annoyed when he reaches for it. Tommy picks up and can hardly hear the other person on the other line over Ken's loud moans and sighs.
Tommy stares at Ken blankly as the other man moans,''Oh Tommy! Yes! Fuck me faster! Fuck yes! Tommmmmmmyyyyyyy~''
Tommy sighs,''Look, Michael...I'm busy tonight...I'm doing...um...paperwork...''
He heard someone shout in the background,''I told you so! Told ya he was a man whore!''
Tommy frowns,''Wait...who's that?''
Tommy can't hear Michael's answer over Ken screaming his name and clawing at his back. Tommy says,''I'm sorry about this kid. I'll catch up with you some other time.''
He hangs up and throws the phone over his shoulder.
Ken exclaims,''Give me the attention I NEED!''
Tommy chuckles,''You're too much sometimes Ken.''
''Keep goin' Tommy! I wanna do this all night!'' Ken exclaims.
Tommy kisses him and continues thrusting. The two of them continue on for the rest of the night without a care in the world. Ken marked Tommy's body with hickies, bruises, and scratches.
Michael was long forgotten and Ken felt victorious for once!
Ken digs his fingers into Tommy's scalp and yanks his hair before pulling him close to his face,''Hey Tommmmmmy~''
''What baby?'' Tommy cooes.
''If you ever cheat on me again I will cut your dick and balls off, bake them into a cake, and force you to fucking eat it.''
Tommy laughs,''I see what kind of mood you're in...''
Ken glares,''Am I smiling or laughing Tommy? Does it look like I'm joking?''
Tommy thrusts deep into him and makes him yelp,''I know you're being serious! I won't be a naughty boy again! From here on out I will never fuck anyone else.''
Ken smiles,''That's the right choice. That is your only choice.''
Tommy snickers,''I love this side of you...so vicious.''
''Shut up and fuck me, Tommy!'' Ken yells before pulling him into an angry kiss.
''I am all yours! I promise to never stick my dick in anyone else again unless you die or some shit like that.'' Tommy says.
''How romantic.'' Ken deadpans.
Tommy laughs while thrusting into him faster.
''Your dick is mine!'' Ken yells.
''My dick is mine but at the same time I've given up all of my rights to you for some reason...'' Tommy says.
''Because I am ALL THAT YOU NEED!'' Ken exclaims.
''You egotistical cunt-'' Tommy is cut off by Ken slapping his arm.
''Say it, Tommy!'' SAY IT! SAY IIIIIIIIIT!'' Ken growls.
''You are all that I need Ken, now shut the fuck up and take this dick!'' Tommy exclaims.
''WE'LL BE TOGETHER FOREVER! WOOOOOOO!'' Ken sings out of nowhere.
''Man you really need to lay off the cocaine Ken, Jesus Christ,'' Tommy says shaking his head.
''Shut up and fuck me!'' Ken yells.
''I'm about to put a fucking muzzle on you,'' Tommy says.
''I've lost all feeling in my legs...is that supposed to happen?'' Ken asks.
Tommy puts a hand on Ken's mouth and continues thrusting. Ken continues to talk under his hand and Tommy is reminded of why he loves his wacky ass boyfriend so much. Michael and all of the drama before was completely forgotten as Ken and Tommy fight and fuck all night.
